Stopping Their Cries.

Wishing, watching
The world go by
As I sit there
Behind the window, inside.

The curling waves
Of the rolling sea
Caress the air's scent
Which tangles within me.

Cars go by
As people come and go.
And Things are so different
Now that I know

About what is happening
To our society's head.
In a matter of years,
It'll wind up dead.

Money is what
Everything requires.
But some don't have that luxury
But They have the desire.

So look around the street
When wandering alone
And see the people
That are chiled to the bone.

Hungry people,
Upon the streets' alleyways
Always are alone
In more then one way.

To their hearts, though
No one understands.
About how much they suffer
Because No one will lend a hand.

If you're reading this
And you cry or hurt inside,
Please lend out a hand
And stop at least one person's cries.

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Not my best work, but I'm at my mother's job and I was looking out the window (I'm in New York) and I notice the ocean out the window and the people in the streets. So this came to be.