You tell me I'm too serious.
I only look at the dark alleys of this broken city;
and not the light coming through,
But you only look away.
The elderly and abandoned, who've accepted
that they will leave this world alone and unloved
The people who would sell their soul for something to eat,
Do you see them?  
The world is hopeless, and can't be changed
That's what everyone says.
We're surrounded by cynics, who comfort in believing
that humanity has tread far, far
beyond redemption.
But I haven't yet lost the romanticism that accompanies youth
I still believe I can change the world.
And I'd like to dance with you all night,
throw my hands up without a care on my mind
But when the sun rises
and I make my way home,
I can't open my eyes and pretend not to see
the vagabond children, and homeless mothers
The newborn puppies with nothing to eat,
covered with dust in the afternoon sun.
Who am I, to be ignorant of the wars raging around us,
of the hatred unleashed on innocent people
in the name of God?
And I wonder, how we can live with ourselves
watching disasters pass us by. Watching others go meekly through their silent existences, for whom life isn't a beautiful gift
I want to shout, scream, pound my fists, to do something.
So if you can hear me
and your strobe lights and flashy cars have not yet
left you blinded, this time,
don't turn away.