Invisible People
Its easy to help invisible people.
It’s easy to feel compassion
For the nameless, faceless helpless
The victims of the world.
The cute homeless pregnant lady,
The innocent child abused,
It’s easy to feel sorry for them
It’s easy to shed a tear.
It’s easy to write a check for them.
It’s easy to donate food.
It’s easy when you have so much.
After all, why wouldn't you?
It’s hard to reach your hand out,
To the jobless addict on your street.
It’s harder to reach your heart out
To a dirty, ugly world in need.
The smoking, wasted prostitute,
The drinking dad and abuser,
It’s hard to feel sorry for them.
It’s harder to love them.
It’s easy to click “Please Donate”
But the world doesn’t really need more money.
What the world needs is more love.
But love is expensive, and love is hard.
Love hurts, and if you loved them,
You might realize they’re just like you.