Watching them on the street all alone
Makes a tear fall from my eye
Busking or just hoping, praying
Even when rain falls from the sky
I have all that they could ever want
When all they have is faith in their town
And I can simply swim in a smile
Whilst they are left to drown in a frown
Making do with what they have
But we take for granted the simple things
Judging without knowing the whole story
Treating them like peasants as though we're the kings.
What does this make us?
