Momma Says

We live in a small village,
With little to eat each day,
We can see our bones quite clearly,
But Momma says we'll be okay.

The sandstorms knock around our home,
It gets freezing cold at night,
And when winter comes, its miserable,
But Momma says we'll be alright.

We are so cramped inside our house,
Which is slowly piecing away,
The people in our village keep on dying,
But Momma says we'll be okay.

Men, I've heard called savages,
Raid our village, start a fight,
And as she holds us close in the corner,
Momma says we'll be alright.

With fear in her voice, she tells us,
With tears in her eyes of fright,
Momma says we'll be okay,
She says we'll be alright.