Through the eyes of the boy
who snaps his fingers
and somebody's there
handing him everything he wants
with a silver platter,
life is just a matter
of finding what you want
and demanding it.

Through the eyes of the child,
who lays on the street,
and somebody's there
tutting at them and shaking their head,
with disgusted repulsion
life is a bad dream
which will end when
your eyes close for the last time.

Through the eyes of the girl
who is battered each night
and somebody's there
holding her within an inch of her young life
with reckless power,
life is a case of
survival of the fittest,
each day a morbid lesson.

Through the eyes of the man
who is at his wit's end
and somebody's there
telling him what a failure he's been
with meaningless words
life is drawn out
and creates more stress
with each pain-filled-day.