The Ballad of Naive Pity
So there he sits
Mind empty of all thoughts
though thousands of sounds are screaming out to him
So there he sits
Barely aware of the patter of the rain
And beauty of the night
So there he sits
Heart heavy, hollow, dull
Unable to see the miracle of life around him
So deeply drowned in his own pity
That he can't see others bleeding around him
So tired and lonesome
That his eyes can't see others crying out to him
To afraid to try
To afraid to fall
So there he sits
Pitiful, useless and clueless
An excellent example of the ballad of naive pity
Mind empty of all thoughts
though thousands of sounds are screaming out to him
So there he sits
Barely aware of the patter of the rain
And beauty of the night
So there he sits
Heart heavy, hollow, dull
Unable to see the miracle of life around him
So deeply drowned in his own pity
That he can't see others bleeding around him
So tired and lonesome
That his eyes can't see others crying out to him
To afraid to try
To afraid to fall
So there he sits
Pitiful, useless and clueless
An excellent example of the ballad of naive pity