Priceless

These streets are filled with cold air,
it's something these men, women, & children can't bare.

Words can't begin to explain what I have to say,
I wish I could help do something but it seems like they fade away.

At night you can hear the children cry cause they're cold,
they have no toys... no teddy bear to hold.

Their cloths are ripped & teared,
you can see it in their eyes that they're lonely & scared.

There has to be something we can do... we have to raise our voices,
cause we can help these people & give them choices.

That's the way they decide to live & something they wont miss,
if you were to compare your life to theirs... it would be priceless.