Along came Stace,
With a smile on her face,
She looked me in the eyes,
She was so nice,
Born into tragedy, she doesn't have a choice,
No opportunities for her to try.
We sit back and let it go by,
Hearing her screaming with her little voice.
Is it fair?
Welcome to the world of poverty!
Where the wind blows like a furious man,
Where the mothers break their heart
While watching their daughter die.
Is it fair?
They need our help, need our support,
Or this situation will always remain.
We will be selfish,
As they live they lives in pain
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