The time you give, the skills you hone
Turning up well dressed and combed
To work for a cause that isn't your own
The buses under which you're thrown
Times you've been spoken to in a tone
Have turned your heart to that of stone
Out of fear that you'll end up all alone
Are you saving up to brace an unknown
That you'll live long to reap what's sown
So that when the door out is shown
You'll have built something to call home