Verse1:
C#maj7 Fm7
On the African plains,
C#maj7
F young mother weeps, for her hungry child
Fm7
She prays he’ll survive, with tear-filled eyes
C#maj7
She looks up to heaven, and calls your name
She pours out her pain
D# A#/D C#maj7
You know her name, and you hear her cries
Chorus:
G# D#/G
Friend of the poor, help me through the night
A#m7 C#maj7
Help me in the fight, come to my rescue
G# D#/G
Friend of the poor, take this skin and bones
A#m7 C#maj7
Make this heart a home, come to my rescue
Fm7 D# C#maj7 Fm7 D# C#maj7
Verse2:
Fm
On the streets of L.A.
C#maj7
An old man lies in his cardboard home
Fm
He feels so alone, with tear-stained eyes
C#maj7
He looks up to heaven, and prays a prayer:
“Is there anyone there?”
D# A#/D C#maj7
You know his name and you hear his cries,
Chorus.
Bridge:
Cm
It’s getting dark, it’s getting late
C#maj7 Fm7 A#m7
It’s cold outside the rich mans gate
G#
And I’m wondering,
Csus4 C
Do you have any friends around here?
Chorus.