tear of mine

I lie on my back, looking down to the ground

And see tons of people skittering around


All of them going from point A to point B


None of them are seeing the ones in need



I see a young girl with no one close by




I look at her closer; she’s beginning to cry

She looks like she hasn’t eaten in awhile


And has been walking for miles on miles



I see an old man sitting on a sidewalk




He’s wearing old clothes and only one sock



He’s hungry and lonely with no one around


He’s getting up, but someone pushes him down


As I lay on my back, looking down on the world

I can’t see cause’ my vision’s all swirled


How can this world live with such pain



How can they live with that on their brain?



I wipe my eyes and blow my nose
Then I stand up on my tiptoes
I look at the world above the clouds
And see all the happy crowds

I see a young lady wearing a gown
Laughing and singing, never wearing a frown



I see an old man smiling so brightly



Hugging a woman ever-so tightly

I lay back, I start to tear
they fall on the ones who live in fear
Before it hits, this tear of mine
I see something that is quite fine

An old woman grabbed that small child’s hand

Took her home and together they planned

Gave her a bath and gave her some food
Helped her out and was not rude


A young lady bent and helped that old man
She gave him a ticket and a piece of ham
She said, “I’ll help you out of this mess”
He said, “You know? Thank-you Miss”








That got me thinking, and thinking a lot
That this kindness may happen more often than not
those people, they’re kind and full of love
That tear of mine, turned into a dove