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I was a giver when I had
I couldn't see than
no one there for me
it hurts some time
to think that's how it was
that what make some
close the store for good
always felt if I could
I know I would be
when it was hard
to see no one
was there for me
now when they call
I have no words
like all the things
I had to say before
people are made of
the same things
filled with feelings
filled with blood
the question is
"where's the love"?
when it's needed
grew a thicker skin
careful how I lend
to those who say
"I'll pay you tomorrow"
it's already yesterday
