I walk a land of hungry men, with empty hearts and eyes devoid of dreams and hope and all that's merry, of life's twinkle they cannot carry.
They look at me with lifeless eyes and sigh a little at what they see: dreams and hope and all that's merry and life's twinkle they cannot carry.
They ask me for a little piece of what they think my eyes carry. They beg me to infuse their hearts with dreams and hope and all that's merry.
And I, in all my helplessness, cannot help but stare at them and sigh a little at what I see and give my heart another mend -- then turn it back towards my friend.