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...
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.