You asked me not to love them
You asked me not to care
You told me just to leave them,
but that I couldn't bear.
They may not be in my charge
They may not be my own,
but they're the ones to whose charge
my love has made me prone.
You say it's not my problem
You say I must pass by,
But if it's not my problem,
then whose is it, I cry?
I cannot turn my head away
I cannot close my eyes
I cannot simply walk away,
because of empty lies.
If they're the ones along my path
If they're the ones I'm shown,
I'll pick them up along my path
and make their cares my own.
