Millions out with no means
no money to buy dreams
Still have enough
to pass a smile
You crib and curse
for all comfort not
gained with work and might
Just let yourself
be the one with a smile
as you have more
than those out
with no means no money
to support or buy
bread and roof
for them home is sky
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