I have been blinded from the things around me
from all the struggles that I couldn't see
Water and boundries kept me from these
Open your mouths; let the truth be free

How could I not hear your cries
Thunder from the stomach, the lightning strikes the lives
a slight sense of hope beams from your eyes
but your neighbor's door is locked, and the selfish never survive

Rain beats down from the corrupt sky
The wind makes it hard for a bird to fly
After the storm, with a broken wing, it can't get by
the flock is one less, but we don;t even realize

Alone, wet, and an appearance that's strange
Somehow this man till has a song to sing
for hope that a coin makes the tin cup ring
And he just sits there waiting for change