[Verse 1] Going to bed on an empty stomach, A hard road to hoe, a truth so common. Far too many children know this pain, While adults pray for money that never came. Lost in a world blinded by dust, Lint on a suit, but no bread for us. The sidewalk whispers the stories untold, Eyes avert from the weak and cold. [Chorus] People broken, lost, unseen, Victims of wounds or what might’ve been. Abundance abounds, but only for a few, Billions of souls—we’ve much work to do. [Verse 2] Some are lost by their own hand’s fight, Others were swept by the winds of plight. A system built on a hollow creed, It feeds the power but not the need. How do we stand while others fall? How do we sleep, ignoring the call? To mend what’s broken, to share what’s spared, To remind the world that somebody cared. [Chorus] People broken, lost, unseen, Victims of wounds or what might’ve been. Abundance abounds, but only for a few, Billions of souls—we’ve much work to do. [Bridge] What is this life if not a thread? Interwoven paths of the living and dead. To lift each other, to break the chains, To bring hope where only sorrow remains. Let the dust clear, let the world awake, There’s more to give than we could take. Hands together, hearts aligned, A better world is ours to find. [Final Chorus] People broken, lost, unseen, Victims of wounds or what might’ve been. Abundance abounds, but only for a few, Billions of souls—we’ve much work to do. For every child, for every hand, For the forgotten across this land. Abundance abounds, but it must break through, Billions of souls—we’ve much work to do. [Outro] Going to bed with a dream instead, Of a world where no one is underfed. Where the dust clears, and hearts renew, Because we all knew—we had much work to do.
