Is it luck or is it just a game
For some lose health others gain
Some have no money to earn or to share
Yes they are rich they have family to share
To be troubled and ill is a terrible loss
Like freedom being taken
Like bombs being dropped
Poverty pain regret or fear
Everyone has their story their tear
Maybe the theif whos stealing the goods
Is trying to pay for a child whos lost
And the beggar you try to pretend isnt there
Cannot move away from the darkness he bares
And the preacher man who runs shouting may scare
But a lonely soul may be fearful in there
The street painter whos work you clearly adore
May be a wise man or a victim of war
So when you walk through the market square
Just take a moment to stand
be aware
That every person has value you see
They all have a purpose just like you and me