I have something to give,
Who will accept it?
It’s most precious to me, can you see?
People walk by, most are blind,
But some take notice: “Not for me”.
I hear the complaints: people in want.
I can fill the void, just see me.
Give, to the one next to me, I tried,
But, again, my offering denied.
Now to anyone who wants to see
Look in my hands, this gift, me.