I don't think too much about the luck I have to life without,

worrying if I will have enough to eat to be alive

While trying to survive with missiles flying, buildings falling down

I guess I live in luxury

Bombs raining down

More than 60,000 in the ground

How could this be happening?

While I just just live my life like there's no genocide

Watched an old man die waiting for rice

Now I decide what I would like to eat

Well I have moment I could do something to save a life

But I keep it in my pocket, why is it hard to give away

So many starving people need it more

Bombs raining down

More than 60,000 in the ground

How could this be happening?

While I just live my life like there's no genocide

Children gunned down

Many orphaned now

Their innocence ripped out

From the other side of the world

I watch their hell unfold

With guilt cause I could do more