Whenever I see someone
Crying to much in the rain
I can’t stand anyone
That never felt any pain
And passes by indifferent.
They’re people that storm,
And cold, and snow look absent
Because their homes are warm.
I can’t understand there is none
That never think at least twice
Why there are lots of people done
Whose lifes are always nice
But their hearts are like a stone
And their minds are as cold as ice.