When you stand at your window
And see life pass below?
When you see them zoom past
And rush to do U-turns;
Those that speed up
And rev their expensive sports cars,
Telling the world
That they’ve arrived.
What do you think?
What do you think
When you see the man with crutch in hand
Slowly amble alone;
And the youngster who peeks in every parked car
And searches every bin;
What do you think?
What do you think
When you see some laugh and hug,
And step into the light of the big hotel;
What do you think?
What do you think
Of that beautiful young girl
Who smiles as she lays out her mat
On the pavement to sleep;
What do you think?
From your window
You see so much
Of the warps and wefts
Of the fibre of Life;
What can you think?
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