I know a lady who lives on the streets
she looks eighty but she's only forty
I would love to walk up to her and say
"tell me your story" I would do some
to help grab anything in my grasp if she
asked but not every one in need is in
need of help some find comfort in
their own filth they can't live another
way it depends how deep the pain is
inside I can give some one some food
but that won't keep them from being
hungry later I can give them money
but once spent it's gone we tend to
think we know what others need but
we don't unless we're mind readers
sometimes we sow good seed then
reap bad karma but we were trying
to help but why did we feel the need
to help what are we trying to do
really! do we see ourselves in others