(It doesn't have to be always about love.)
I want you to know that I care
I pass on my way to subway
My travels trough city
I pass beggars without their limb
Blind men playing violin
Old, not able to take care of themselves
I make sure I have some change
Give to those who have no chance
The other day I bought young man
Wearing shabby and ***** clothes
I bought a simple meal
My reward was grateful grim
Not happy, it made me sad
I should have done much more
To make him glad
I know I can't alleviate all the pain I see
You may say what now you are sorry for
Well, because I was selfish
Didn't have the time to cry for them before
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 4:35 AM UTC
(It doesn't have to be always about love.)
I want you to know that I care
I pass on my way to subway
My travels trough city
I pass beggars without their limb
Blind men playing violin
Old, not able to take care of themselves
I make sure I have some change
Give to those who have no chance
The other day I bought young man
Wearing shabby and ***** clothes
I bought a simple meal
My reward was grateful grim
Not happy, it made me sad
I should have done much more
To make him glad
I know I can't alleviate all the pain I see
You may say what now you are sorry for
Well, because I was selfish
Didn't have the time to cry for them before
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