Money

Sitting here my friend
I see so much going
I feel the cold and heat
Living on the street

I don't have much to offer
Perhaps nothing that matters to you
So I'm thinking to myself
Why would you care about me?
What is the price of your heart?
Will it be the same as my tears?
How much does all this money mean
Given the poverty of love in the world

No one knows my story
Their time is very important
Who says that's the end?
Maybe I am just testing you
Who of us is truly blind?
Who is carrying the heaviest weight?
I'm here in this forgotten place
Maybe waiting for someone to pick me up