My Prayer

HOW SAD ARE THE PEOPLE WHO WALK THE STREET HOW POOR ARE THOSE WITH NOTHING TO EAT HOW LOVED ARE THE CHILDREN WHOSE PARENTS FIGHT HOW MEAN IS THE DOG WITH THE KNOWN BITE THEY SAY WE SHOULD BE HAPPY FOR WHAT WE'VE GOT YET THOSE WHO SAY IT HAVE GOT ALOT GOD, GIVE ME THE STRENGTH TO IGNORE THE GREEDY TO LOOK AWAY FROM THE EYES SO BEADY LET ME SEE THE BEAUTY OF THOSE WHO STAND TALL AND LIVE FOR MY PRIDE NOT MY GULL.