There's a child on the corner
Her crying's un-consoled
Eyes are rimmed in bloody red
Feet are raw and cold
There's no one there to shield her
No one to take her hand
The streets are ruff
And times are cruel
And though she's wishes
That things were good
The sunlight is not near
She stares at the pool
That's at her feet
It's made of all her suffering
Reflected in its surface
She sees a tortured soul
The child looking back at her
Is skinny as a pole
And when the people pass her
They shake there heads and sigh
But no one ever looks back
Or stops to dry her eyes
Caring must be unbecoming
Shameful is the lack of aid
That I should spend my time like you
In egoistic bliss
And later watch as all of us are burning in the pits
Instead I'll spend the time I have
Giving God a helping hand
He's quite the mighty fellow
But there's only one of him
So lend your hands, your ears, your eyes
Your tongue, Your feet
Attend!
The physical is not so much
It's about what lies within
Give to those that need the most
Take a moment and close your eyes
Hear your heart
You know it best it and search it well and true
Now tell me if there's not somewhere
Down deep inside of you
Concerned for mankind's loss
