There must be good in this world we live in
I mean how could I have the kindest of heart today
With poverty, drug abuse and corruption
Taking victims one by one, family by family
Drought and famine, greed and shame
Men without homes, women abandoned with their children
For me to cast stones in the glass house I live in
A dime would certainly increase in value
A penny for my thoughts?
How about a dollar for your smile...