Prompt / Lyrics
A beggar sits upon the street, With aching hands and frozen feet. A thousand eyes just turn away, Too proud or cold to help today. A child sits hungry, small and thin, No lunch, no food, no warmth within. But no one stops, they pass him by, Pretending kindness went to die. Don’t look away, just take the time, A hand can heal, a heart can climb. One act of love, one choice to care, Can spark the hope that’s lost out there. A voice is bruised by words of hate, Their laughter lost, their heart’s own weight. The crowd just stares, they walk on past, While cruelty owns the win at last. An old man sits beneath the sky, The crowd walks past, they hurry by. He feeds the birds, his feathered friends, And wonders if his story ends. Don’t look away, just take the time, A hand can heal, a heart can climb. One act of love, one choice to care, Can spark the hope that’s lost out there. A working man with weary eyes, He fights to earn what barely buys. The rent climbs high, the gas runs low, While wage and hope come far too slow. A mother weeps through nights of pain, Her loss too deep to speak again. The selfish walk with sharpened eyes, While love, ignored, til mercy dies. Don’t look away, just take the time, A hand can heal, a heart can climb. One act of love, one choice to care, Can spark the hope that’s lost out there. Don’t look away, just take the time, A hand can heal, a heart can climb. One act of love, one choice to care, Can spark the hope that’s lost out there. One act of love, one choice to care, Can spark the hope that’s lost out there.
Tags
60s psychedelic folk Medium to fast tempo Intense chorus Male singers
Duration
3:47
Instrumental
No
Created
4/10/2026