Do you see that old man filthy and wrinkled on the street he's a statue where the feet often steps and yet his soul never did leave
Do you see that young lady Pained and teared in her heart sitting by the lonely bench her eyes teary, staring at the sun
Have you seen that small child cold and starved by his fate drinking water despite its filthiness smiling despite the cruelty of the world
How many unspoken words are there roaming around in the thin air knowing how large the world is Yet the love is so small, so rare
Knowing how heartless people can be knowing that their beloved ones left and yet they wore shades of smile With their unspoken words behind everything else
"We can do no great things, just small things with great love." -Mother Teresa