Walking in the cold dark night,
I came across a flock of little birds,
Tweet Tweet,
I heard them call to me,
They appeared to be lonely and hungry                                                                                
It was at that moment when a string pulled at my heart.
         
How could hundreds of people…
Walk past these poor animals without lending a helping hand?
It only takes
8 seconds of your day,
8 petite pieces of bread,
To feed and nurture,
8 infant innocent birds.

But I suppose that’s what happens when you grow up,
The sense of only caring about yourself,
A string tugging at the heart has no effect,
Making numerous amounts of money overpowers the once innocent mind,
Takes over the youthful personality every elder once had.

God put young people such as myself on the earth for a certain reason,
To do the job that was forgotten by conceded elders…
To care for the innocent, unnoticeable things on earth,
Like nurses caring for newborn neonates,
He built innocents minds to care for the innocent souls.