I cry for the boy that lost his mom
While others shrug and say "Life goes on"
My soul aches for the homeless and poor
They say "It's their fault. They could do more"
I give the starving dog a morsel to eat
They scoff and say "Don't reward the thief"
My heart is beating outside my chest
This compassion can't be put to rest
Raging emotions might make me look weak
But I've been taught to turn the other cheek
I've concealed my empathy for far too long
At the world's bidding
But this is me, and I find it fitting