Why does it seem we're sinking?
It does not have an end
our poor country is slipping
for help we've tried to send
but no one likes our country
no one will help us out
they all have they're own problems
like famine, AIDS, and drought
it seems that we are stuck in
this deep, wide hole we've dug
someone could simply crush us
like we were just a bug
but if we work together
and be happy and grin
then we won't lose the battle
we'll pull above, we'll win
