Lose Your Soul

What if I
Was one of the unlucky ones
Who gained the whole world and lost their soul?
What would happen,
Who would I become
If I hardened myself to what brings me to tears?
Would I die happy rich
Or rather die happy poor?

With the world so hurt and dying
How could I begin to care?
Or else I’ll end up a mess
And never move anywhere.
Why the frosted nights don’t seem so cold
When I’m warm inside my home.
I’ll just pretend I didn’t see
The man on the street corner
Begging mercy or money from me.

If I can’t bear to help everyone
How can I choose the lucky ones?
When they aren’t grateful,
Who in this world ever is?
We care and call it caring
When we send our little checks.
How can this be caring
If we never strain our necks to see
Outside of our own windows
Outside our comfort zone?
When will we embrace the needy
Will then we never fail?