In the shadows of poverty
Born a baby with a hope
With an elegant dignity
And a torn up rope

Among those who don’t know
The little happy child has grown
His simple life and dreams
Guided him through this hostile world
He was called with awful names
And unforgotten words

Still he has a smile on his face
And lived in full prosperity and grace
The secret of his pretty life
Is that he never tells lies
Although he has no money, a job or a wife
But he looks up to the one in the skies
And pray with a pure heart
To live without sins
Rest in peace in his bed
Look how the poor are smart?
And how the rich are misled