Nathan K
Newspapers and Prayers
Who reads the newspapers, the ones that don't get sold?And those who never buy them, do they ever get told?Or do they find out on their own?Or are they better off not ever ever knowing?Who eats the food that we so often throw away?And how come we let it so often go to waste?When we could go out on the street,And we could find someone who'd like a meal to eat?How many times I've thrown a penny in a wishing well,Then turned around to see a homeless man and turned him downMore than you'd thinkAnd more than I'd tell youMore than you'd ever ever ever like to knowWho hears these prayers, the ones we never speak?Could there be someone who hears us?Hears us even when we sleep?Or should we speak those words at all,Would it make a difference when the last one falls?How many times I've thrown a penny in a wishing well,Then turned around to see a homeless man and turned him downMore than you'd thinkAnd more than I'd tell youMore than you'd ever ever ever like to know
From Letras Mania