I hear the quiet whispers of every struggling soul
Crying out in anguish trying to reach their goal
Separated from their homeland scrounging through the earth
All the world is crippled: in need of a rebirth
In this world of plenty and of the millionaire
The angels all are blushing; greed is in the air.
Without the flash of cameras or the headline news
How many of the wealthy would buy the poor man shoes?
It isn't second nature to care for those in need
We haven't the sense of oneness that inspires the kindly deed
The schools and propaganda teach us how to get ahead
But nothing ever prepares us for selflessness instead..