Sickness, poverty, nations of the ill
Uncured, losing the battle not at will

Nations crumbling beneath our feet
Nations tearing at the seams

A world of hate growing stronger, 
Leading to the daring fate 

This is our reality.

Hunger pains and carboard boxes flood our quiet town
Day-to-day we are being washed up and brought down

A young mother with a needle in her arm
A family losing a 100 year old farm

A nation of hate that consumes all who enter
A nation of selfishness that destroys all members

This is our reality.

A nation once so great
A nation once so ideal

A nation now in shambles,
with families scrambling for meals

A nation of boys fighting for loans
A nation of girls only knowing how to remove their clothes.

This is our  reality.

A whisper that grows louder
A group that grows stronger

A nation of caring
A nation without pain
A nation without abuse
A nation without suffering
A nation without hunger and poverty

This is our ideal reality.