When desperation makes us seek for aid
When help is needed yet it is not given/
When torment holds us till our souls arw flayed..
When we are weary;when in pain we’ve striven
In risky times, who stamps upon this hand
That keeps me anchored to a cliff’s hard edge?
Who seems to cast me off from this dear land
And even from this final tiny ledge?
We discover Charities exist
To further staff careers and gain more “dough.”
Yet should they not be able to assist,
When humans ask for help when feeling low?
My heart is heavy,pulling me to earth.
And yet upon no person shall I curse
How my heart sings 