Caring Breeds the Horror

Dying horses

No one cares for them

Except the girl who ride on its back

A child dies

And someone will say

You'll get over it all

Time will heal your wounds

A stranger is shot

You start to run

There’s a freak on the roof

He might fall

A man with a snare

Would you look away?

Only if he was not a friend

Maybe you should care for those

Right next to you

You'd start to grow

You don't need to hide

You’ll blossom

You could not see for all the shame

Maybe you should care for those

Right next to you

You'd start to grow

You don't need to hide

You'll blossom