Her blue eyes dismissed,
Dust in the wind.
The day is cold, down to her bones.
She tries to find a place, to lay her heart.
A face to recognizes the soul,
A trace of home, in this large world.
Standing in the city, where it's so busy.
Standing still in the rain.
I gave a homeless man my last dollars.
Trying to spread the love, no hatred.
Watching dead eyes come to life,
Sometimes just a spark of hope is enough.
And just when we're about to give up,
We find ourselves.
We wake up exhausted, beaten down.
We carry on, just tying to...