Somewhere a child cups it's hands
Weak from crying
Somewhere a child makes demands
Wants something buying

It's just the way things are
Life's a struggle

Some men risk all for their beliefs
Family and home
Some men lack substance underneath
Reaping what we've sown

Another minute of our lifes gone
Is it better

A woman shelters from the cold
No one to turn to
A womans fear of growing old
Vanity scars you

A fair point of view that goes unheard
Never to be shared
Fed lies believing every word
Values become blurred