We watch as we push the little boy to the side
We watch as he cried up to the sky
Yet we do nothing to help nor comfort him
As we know next to nothing about him
All we know is his name and age
And that his parents went to an early grave
He lives alone, in this run-down apartment
In the block were gang wars often happen
He's seen all alone without a friend
In an empty park all alone again
No one to help, nor shoulder his cries
He's more mature than what meets the eyes
So the next time you see him cry
Go over and just say hi
You can see the difference in his eyes
Those that will turn and make you say 'oh my!'
The eyes that turned from sadness and sorrow
To eyes of joy, that held the sadness of absolute zero.