Random people you see on the street
Faces you may never know
May never happen to greet
The faces of the happy, sad and mad
And those who God is about to meet
The thoughts of the human race
The tears of the many millions
That fall from every single face
Do you really want to know
What is beneath the surface?
Can you hear them weep alone?
Laugh together heartily
Or see them being cut to the bone
By other random people
You have never known.
Do you wonder are we the same?
The blur of bodies you go past.
Who could assign to you the blame
If you ignore those souls, we all do
As we commute on life’s train
Can you think of so many, is it feasible
To care for them all, maybe if you
Look down from the church steeple
You can ask yourself what is the difference
Between you, me and all those random people