Born in states of hopelessness
Grew in homes of bitterness
Lives with just a single goal
To survive a day, and then another
Destination yet unknown
But see, if you can, through the fog
See those little houses of treasure
Stop and turn, take one more look,
Then ask yourself, what if its you
Life is just, and life is fair
And that's the reason you are there
To ease their pain and dry their tear
So they can know that God is near
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