In a café drinking coffee,
Watching people pass on by,
People happy People sad,
Babies in prams starting to cry,

I wonder where these people are going?
What their lives are like truly?
Are they loved or are they beaten?
Are they happy or treated cruely?

Lots of things go through my mind,
When watching people on the street,
What that person's really like,
Or if it's a person I'd like to meet.

You can not really know for sure,
What goes on behind a closed door,
They may look happy, loved or rich,
But maybe they're sad, unloved or poor.

So while I sit down drinking coffee,
I wonder how it would be,
To put myself in one of their shoes,
And show a bit of empathy.