In the city streets where the cold wind blows,
Frozen hearts and empty souls,
Lost in shadows, no place to call home,
Obdachlos, they wander alone.
Through the bitter night, they shiver and they freeze,
Hunger in their eyes, no warmth, no ease,
But in the darkness, a glimmer they see,
A flicker of hope, a chance to break free.
Oh, the cold-hearted people passing by,
Blind to the tears they make them cry,
But in the midst of despair, a light begins to gleam,
A beautiful fairy bringing hope in a dream.
An old man sits upon the stone,
No penny to his name, all hope is gone,
Yet in his heart, a fire still burns,
For dreams untold and lessons learned.
In the biting cold, he holds on tight,
To memories of warmth in the darkest night,
Then suddenly, a whisper in the wind,
A vision of fortune, a chance to begin.
Oh, the cold-hearted people passing by,
Blind to the tears they make them cry,
But in the midst of despair, a light begins to gleam,
A beautiful fairy bringing hope in a dream.
And as the stars align, and fate takes its turn,
A stroke of luck, a lotto to earn,
The old man's eyes, they sparkle and shine,
For in that moment, his dreams align.
Oh, the cold-hearted people passing by,
Blind to the tears they make them cry,
But in the midst of despair, a light begins to gleam,
A beautiful fairy bringing hope in a dream.
So let us not forget, in this world so cold,
The power of kindness, more precious than gold,
For in each act of grace, a seed we sow,
To warm the hearts of all, and let hope grow.