A little girl sits all alone
Drawing circles in the sand
She looks outside
To see the sun shining brightly
And sometimes she wants to be free
The air she breathes is killing her
The driking water's toxic too
She's working hard to provide for herself
And sometimes she wants to be free
Yeah, sometimes she wants to be free
When I see her face
The face of someone struggling just to stay alive
I face a million questions I don't understand
We live in a world
A world with so few answers
Where is the justice that she seeks
Who will end this poverty