Streets and wondering people,
cold shoulders passing by,
empty minds and desperate hearts,
one is lonely amongst them,
feeling feeble.
Pushed by others,
tossed around,
clubberd by cold shoulders,
no warmth and shelter to be found.
The world is a cold place,
and the warmth in us almost always hidden away,
show it to people,
bring it out to light the day,
'cause if we don't even try,
we all shiver and die.
