Maybe you don't need something nice in your life, Something to brighten the days, Make part of your life shine, Lit a little light in your heart. Maybe you're that ugly inside.
What can sometimes be brought to us by the good will and for tune of others. It's good to know where you stand and why you 'just have to be put to some place', say 'your place'.
It's wild the world where we fight for our money. So is the one for our souls and dreams, apparently. When wasn't the world sold to the devil? When the need and strength of another fellow citizen didn't crush the flower thrown just under his (or her) feet?