""It was only this morning that I realised my conscience was sleeping while I've been alive. The things in the past that I let pass me bye and now I regret that I never did stop to ask why. The man with the bag and the walking stick limps up and down my road The kids in the cafe they point and laugh where is their moral code. I should say something but I say nothing I haven't got the nerve. He's in the twilight years of his life this ain't what he deserves. The high street fright on a Friday night a coward hits his lady cries out \""bitch\"" you must be mad why do you disobey me. We should do something but we do nothing the public eye turns blind domestic violence is met with silence in our pathetic times And would she have said yes when wearing her white dress if violence was included in his vows. I'm sure that she hates it but she tolerates it she's married to him now. The starving girl cries on TV dying in a third world nightmare slouching back we sympathise from the comfort of our armchairs we should give something but we give nothing only a little is changed It's quite appalling when tears are falling more often than the rain And if you see a mother swear at her poor innocent child Do you ever stop and say to her why are you so wild. That kid will grow up to be a f*ck-up just like his dear young mum. His little heart is falling apart under your spiteful tongue Does this kid deserve this born into a right mess the sad thing is he's not the only one. I'm sure that he hate it but he tolerates it the boy can't choose his mum So if you're walking around with your head in the cloud with the lost souls at your feet. Bear in mind that all mankind may need some sympathy - don't you agree?""