From the window of my middle class home
I watch a man as he sits alone
On the dirty streets
The cardboard under his feet
Screams about all his cold nights spent alone
People pass but no one seems to notice
His empty hands hollow eyes broken soul
And his need need need for just one person to care
So which of these words will brings him comfort
Cause it's sympathy not empathy I feel
But is it real
As I sit and watch from I suburban castle
Living a life I'll never know
I see a man walking through the snow
For this lonely man
The picture in his hand
Are all that's left of the life he used to know
The time goes by but no one seems to notice
His empty hands hollow eyes broken soul
And his need need need for just one person to care
And now I realize
That all of this means nothing without action
I will not just sing
I refuse to just sing songs about how hard life can be
While others lead lives that are more difficult than I can imagine
I will be a source of light in this dark world
A catalyst in this stagnant generation
I will use love to overcome this world