he lays face down on the ground   but nobody comes or cares   feels only disgusted stares      he lays down   for the world to walk on him   cause nobody wants to know   no one will listen      would it be different,   if it were you?   would you expect no more   if it was someone that you knew?      when i stop and can't go on-   if it's too hard to walk alone   if i can't make it on my own      would you notice;   would you care to see?   or would you turn your back instead   and hardly care if i was dead...      should it be different,   if it were you?   should you expect much more   if it was someone that you knew?      i know i'm not one to sympathise   i never said i would ever try   or that i'd never step aside   i know it seems wrong to prophetise   but can't you see these growing lies   create a shell in which you hide      it won't be different   when it is you   so don't expect much more   cause there is nothing i will do   oh is it murder,   to let this travesty go on?   can we be honest   and say we only care for our own?   we are indifferent.