Do you see that old man
filthy and wrinkled on the street
he's a statue where the feet often steps
and yet his soul never did leave
Do you see that young lady
Pained and teared in her heart
sitting by the lonely bench
her eyes teary, staring at the sun
Have you seen that small child
cold and starved by his fate
drinking water despite its filthiness
smiling despite the cruelty of the world
How many unspoken words are there
roaming around in the thin air
knowing how large the world is
Yet the love is so small, so rare
Knowing how heartless people can be
knowing that their beloved ones left
and yet they wore shades of smile
With their unspoken words behind everything else
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 2:50 AM UTC
Do you see that old man
filthy and wrinkled on the street
he's a statue where the feet often steps
and yet his soul never did leave
Do you see that young lady
Pained and teared in her heart
sitting by the lonely bench
her eyes teary, staring at the sun
Have you seen that small child
cold and starved by his fate
drinking water despite its filthiness
smiling despite the cruelty of the world
How many unspoken words are there
roaming around in the thin air
knowing how large the world is
Yet the love is so small, so rare
Knowing how heartless people can be
knowing that their beloved ones left
and yet they wore shades of smile
With their unspoken words behind everything else
"We can do no great things, just small things with great love." -Mother Teresa
