The old man

Verse: I see the man on the other side of the street. He can barely stand. He lies down on the cold, wet asphalt, covers himself with a tarp, on which it says, "This is my home." The rain falls slowly, silently, onto the street. A woman of the same age, bends down to him and strokes his cold face. That fills his heart with warmth. Chorus: With a handful of good deeds, you give them more than they expect. They give it back to you in another way, a thank you wrapped in warmth, and a smiling face, that you'll never forget. Verse: Each of us carries something good within. Don't lose it, who knows, maybe you'll need it someday, like the old man. Life turns, like a carousel, first slowly and then faster and faster. Time was slow in our childhood, it got faster and faster as we got older. Chorus: With a handful of good deeds, you give them more than they expect. They give it back to you in another way, a thank you wrapped in warmth, and a smiling face, that you'll never forget. Bridge: The bridge between rich and poor, grows wider and wider, when you don't extend your arm to those, who need it most, these people on the street, with their tarpaulins. Chorus: With a handful of good deeds, you give them more than they expect. They give it back to you in another way, a thank you wrapped in warmth, and a smiling face, that you'll never forget. Chorus: With a handful of good deeds, you give them more than they expect. They give it back to you in another way, a thank you wrapped in warmth, and a smiling face, that you'll never forget.