Bitter Rain کے بول

The world's too much for me, It's getting so Too much needs doing here That I can't do. For me, it's not too bad, I can't complain, But somewhere a kid without a coat Stands in the bitter rain. The world's too much for me, It's like the end, Too many helpless ones I can't defend. I can protect myself From cold and pain, But somewhere a hungry kid Walks in the bitter rain. The world's too much for me Although I've tried, Too much goes on, too much I can't abide. The old give orders And the young are slain, And somewhere a bleeding kid Dies in the bitter rain.