When you look around you see many things
You see the beauty of life and the ugly
Everybody has their own story
Whether it is sad or happy, we all have one
When I look at people most of the don’t have a smile
I wonder why?
Sometimes their bodies shake because they can’t control it
I wonder what happen
They eat alone because of they don’t have anyone
I wonder if I can be their friend
They work and their eyes say “I hate this, why do I have to be here”
Who are they working for?
I wonder what they are thinking, what is their story and how can I help?
People suffer and many people don’t have happy endings
I look at people and I ask myself
Why do you look like your suffering?
What is your story?