I Walk On All The Empty Roads

I'm Poor

I walk on all the empty roads

Streetlamps light

It’s a cold weather

My tummy rumbles

And I start to cry

I'm light as a feather

Question myself two words

Why me? Why me?

Knock on all big huge doors

Ask anyone

If I could sleep

On their floors

I get pushed out

I just run away

I'm poor, I'm poor

No one cares a bit about me

Just give the others all the money

But me, but me

I'm poor

Don't have an orphanage

I'm poor

Live in a cold bitter cage

Oh but, how I crave

How I crave, how I crave

But now I see

This horrible journey

Will all end in a peaceful moment

They'll all come to the poor

Give them some more

I imagine it

Just imagine it

So am sure to fly high

Yes, fly high

All these horrible memories

All these unforgiving tearful years

Will all later send me

Huge cheers, huge cheers

I'll show the fortunate's

Big or small

That the poor majorities

Can grow very tall

If you care to help them

Help them

Now at the end

I've done my country a good turn

I get picked up

And given a whirl

And how I cry

Cry tears of joy.