Help America's Poor by Dave Deal You’ve never been alone like this How will you fill the day? You have to find some shelter from the night A cardboard box could be your bed You’d give it up for a piece of bread You watch as raindrops fall and you wonder, is this right Try not to think tomorrow brings The same unhappiness Thoughts flash through your mind of suicide Shake your head- don’t think that way Your body tells you, another day Has passed you by; nothing to eat; another day denied But we still need to feed the folks in Africa And Mexico needs money for their poor So busy saving half the world But we won't even help our own Please, Mr. President, could you open up some doors Help America’s poor Author: Dave Deal Email: [email protected]