Blind can see with his feelings
Lame can run through his eyes
Some are born as good
But they haven’t feelings
They haven’t eyes
To see the miseries
of ill people
Now we are living in earth
Without having real heart
We are busy to run our own business
We are blind, we are lame
We are selfish in the earth
Can we breathe without air?
Can we live without water?
It’s not our own reserver.
God gives us to live in earth
Why we can’t help the poor people?
