Well I know I spend a bit too much on clothes
And I must admit I care a bit too much about my hair
And it’s true I eat my food for taste or comfort not for hunger
I am sorry that I live my life as if you were not there
When you, you wonder if you’ll wake each day
And you, you gather secretly to pray
And you, you know that death’s a part of living
And you are my sister and my brother
So maybe I should pray a little harder
A picture of you flashes through my mind
When I think about the way you live and die each day
But I am so comfortably removed from your situation
It is not hard to forget about the price you pay