[The Cranberries]
As the snow flies
On a cold and grey Chicago morning
A poor little baby child was born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
Cause if there's one thing she don't need
It's another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto
So people won't you understand
The child needs a helping hand
Or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me
Are we too blind to see
Do we simply turn our heads
And look the other way
Well the world turns
And a poor little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the street while the cold wind blows
In the ghetto
And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the streets at night and he learns how to steal
And he learns how to fight
In the ghetto
Then one night in desperation
A young man breaks away
He finds a gun and steals a car
And he tries to run but he doesn't get far
And his mama cries
As a crowd gathers round an angry young man
Face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto
As her young man dies
On a cold and grey Chicago morning
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto
ever so often, we yearn for things that we do not have and forget how incredibly blessed we already are.