Timily sighed. She didn't want to, but she had to. She had no money, she couldn't buy it. She had to steal to feed herself. She hadn't eaten anything in four days
She calls out to the man on the street.
"Sir, can you help me?
It's cold and I've nowhere to sleep.
Is there somewhere you can tell me?"
She hated stealing. It was immoral. Despite what she thought, however, she was often forced to steal things to keep on living. She hadn't seen her siblings since the three had separated, but she knew they were likely better off than her. She wasn't envious; no she was happy for them But, she still didn't want to steal. She had to, though. She had had to steal the clothes she was wearing now. She had no shoes.
He walks on, doesn't look back.
He pretends he can't hear her.
Starts to whistle as he crosses the street.
Seems embarrassed to be there.
Timily looked about her. She was in the middle of a large crowd at an outside marketplace. She spied the fresh-baked breads, warm and steaming. She walks toward them, walking with the crowd. As she passes the bread, she swipes a small loaf.
Oh, think twice.
It's another day for you and me in paradise.
Oh, think twice.
'Cause it's another day for you.
You and me in paradise.
Timily runs as soon as she's far away enough from the crowd to not be seen. She runs to the nearby woods of the little village she's in. She climbs into a tree and pulls a chunk off of the loaf. As she eats it, she cries. Because she had to steal it, the delicious baked good tastes bitter.
She calls out to the man on the street.
He can see she's been crying.
She's got blisters on the soles of her feet.
She can't walk, but she's trying.
Timily quickly eats the bread, then goes to find a nice place to sleep; for the night is coming fast upon the village. Nice? Why did she kid herself? She hadn't had a nice place to sleep in two years.
Oh, think twice.
It's another day for you and me in paradise.
Oh, think twice.
'Cause it's another day for you.
You and me in paradise.
She thought about the others like her. She was no longer crying, but she WAS sad. Sad that other people also had to deal with being homeless and alone. She was shy, but that wouldn't keep her from helping if she could.
Oh, lord.
Is there nothing more anybody can do?
Oh, my lord.
There must be something you can say.
She sighed and sat down on the edge of the village road. She had been all over the world, and there were tons others around the world just like her. She wished she could help them, but she couldn't, and it put a great amount of stress on her.
You can tell from the lines on her face.
You can see that she's been there.
Probably been moved on from every place.
'Cause she didn't fit in there.
Dusk fell upon the small village and Timily curled up in a tree to sleep. As she lay there, she thought of her older brother and sister, and how much she loved them.
Oh, think twice.
It's another day for you and me in paradise.
Oh, think twice.
'Cause it's another day for you.
You and me in paradise.
Oh, think about it...