Our brain works our heart beats
If there is fire we feel the heat
We must run out and bawl for help
We want a help for our self
We do feel sad when a child dies
The best of all they’re really nice
I may be poor and have no food
A rich man should want to do a good

Suppose a rich man is kidnapped
The poor can loosen him from his trap
A beggar can save a rich man’s life
If he is drowning he can be nice
When a rich man is guilty he has his woes
When a poor man is guilty he always knows
All of us our blood is red
If we loose all then we are dead

We never forget when a kind deed is done
We always remembers things one by one
Our conscience tells us to hush our mouths
For we still feel that we’re in doubt
I have skin and bones and feelings too
The same thing that I have that is you
When we’re in trouble we shout ‘O GOD!’
When our families die we cry aloud
We have organs , liver and a heart
We know for sure one day we’ll depart