You’re walking alone, down a dark path
It’s 1 in the morning, and you’re at the park
Then, out of nowhere, someone out of a tree
A man in black jumps down to you
“Give me your money, your wallet, your tee”
Takes all you had, and then runs away.
“Why me? Why today?” you ask yourself
Then you start thinking. Bad luck or fate?
What did you do, to deserve this fate?
Who did you hurt, to get hurt yourself?
Karma, you see, works both ways.
There's good and there’s bad
All depends on you.
You think to yourself if you did anything
To have this done to you today
Or are you bad luck,
Like your friends proclaim?
You think back a day, maybe three.
You remember being in a bad mood
And while coming off of the train,
You saw an old man.
A neck brace, a cast. A beat-up face.
You called him out, called him a wimp
Told him he got what he deserved
And while walking out, you kicked his shin
And everyone else roared in laughter.
Is it funny now? Funny for you.
Beat up, broken hand, laying down on the floor
Now you’re like the old man, neck brace, cast.
Except you’re much worse, you can barely walk,
The face is puffed from the bruise,
Both shins are broken, one hand to use.
You see, dear friend, it’s barely bad luck.
That is why we’re given a rule.
A simple, yet big, easy to follow,
A shiny rule, Golden rule.
Treat others, you see
How you want to be treated
And life would be easy
Life would be without the bruise.
“If only,” you say “I have left him alone.”
Then I would be home, with my kids today.
“No, I can’t let them see me, not like this.”
“I will go find that man, and say sorry to him.”