He sees the people on the street.
Lifeless pieces of rotting meat.
He looks away,
And he says,
"Who am I to change their beat?

"It's not my fault they have no home.
They made the choice to live alone.
I earn my way
Every day.
I cannot change their dreary tone."

He knew the truth, though, all along.
They did not choose to hear this song,
But he hides
Beneath his pride,
And does nothing to right this wrong.