Without Hope

Without Hope Floating just below the clouds Look and you can see the heavens All the stars and beauty of the universe Below the rich live their easy lives Others live on cat food Not knowing where they will rest their heads Yet they look into the heavens I see While the wrap themselves in torn blankets Crawling into a cardboard box they call home They pray to a god who doesn't care And they die without an answer Without a decent meal Shivering in a cold December night Frozen in time without hope