It Makes Me Wonder

It makes me wonder
why we´re always under
I get down on my knees
oh God please understand
the world does´nt give a chance
to the poor and helpless people.

We walk the streets
of the big city
people just pass us by
cause the city has no pity
for people about to die.

We live in a shack
with only the clothes on our back
we hardly have a dollar for the day
tomorrow will be the same.