This is a song dedicated to not only the homeless but those who are dying from disease, cancer; anything. It's for all who need an ear to listen and for those who never received one; I'm here for you.
Lyrics:
Glass:
By: Sceltic
Instrumentals: Converted (Altin Alti - Soundcloud).
Chorus:
“It seems that they never see the light.
How fuckin’ decayed must they feel tonight?
They stand in sight; soldiers of the streets.
I just might, stop then meet n’ greet.
I want to help all those who starve.
Those left with hearts all open and carved.
They live together, all in a mass.
Their spirits are shattered; broken like glass.”
Verse 1:
“Do you get sick of hearing this yet?
You want to leave them cold and wet?
What about the children, how much do you bet,
That they’ll all die fore the sunshine sets?
I fuckin’ hate seeing blood on their face,
Begging and pleading; this world’s a disgrace.
Their hearts race almost every fuckin’ day.
Always misplaced; some dying by the bay.
They fight so hard just to survive,
We could give a shard of our good times.
Extend an arm; help them off the road.
Walk with them to a humble abode.
I feel pain, when I see them hurt.
Some bleed in vain, all over the dirt.
We pass on by, with our own fuckin’ lives.
We hear the cry, yet cast them aside.”
Chorus:
“It seems that they never see the light.
How fuckin’ decayed must they feel tonight?
They stand in sight; soldiers of the streets.
I just might, stop then meet n’ greet.
I want to help all those who starve.
Those left with hearts all open and carved.
They live together; all in a mass,
Their spirits are shattered; broken like glass.”
Verse 2:
“Now what about those people with disease?
Those in the hospital; the ones y’all tease?
Some dying of infection; some with cancer.
We deny the detection; never give an answer.
It’s plastered all on the T.V. screen.
South Park to Family Guy; it’s all obscene.
As if these matters are a laughing joke.
Can you laugh in their faces? Act all stoked?
Or are you too choked to continue the joy?
When these kids die, askin’ only for toys.
Maybe some attention, instead of the agony.
Begin your ascension; give a hug or three.
They never wanted to die this way.
They never asked for all the fuckin’ gray.
Their lives are filled with such depression.
They’re dying still, and y’all force suppression.”
Chorus:
“It seems that they never see the light.
How fuckin’ decayed must they feel tonight?
They stand in sight; soldiers of the streets.
I just might, stop then meet n’ greet.
I want to help all those who starve.
Those left with hearts all open and carved.
They live together; all in a mass,
Their spirits are shattered; broken like glass.”
Verse 3:
“Here ya probably think, how are they alike?
They have different brinks; two different pikes.
I’m here to prove, that they are similar.
Not much can soothe; they’re all grim for sure.
My heart extends to so many plains.
I want to help any person who feels this disdain.
Assist those who’re dying; to ease their pain.
Even the elderly; help them walk with their cane.
Sure it sounds typical, for me to say this.
But I want to be physical, so they don’t feel pissed.
It’s easy to receive this emotional touch,
When your life’s been stuck in this fuckin’ crutch.
If life were a car; I’d pop this clutch.
I’d drive down fast; even though it ain’t much.
Just to see these people crack a smile.
It’d make my heart and soul soar a mile.”
Chorus:
“It seems that they never see the light.
How fuckin’ decayed must they feel tonight?
They stand in sight; soldiers of the streets.
I just might, stop then meet n’ greet.
I want to help all those who starve.
Those left with hearts all open and carved.
They live together; all in a mass,
Their spirits are shattered; broken like glass.”
“That’s all I have to say.”
“This is Sceltic.”
“I’m here for you guys, just listen up.”
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