Hey, Billy You Walked Among the Blind

Hey, Billy you walked among the blind, they had no reason to be kind; hey, Billy you carried no single weight on your shoulders, and saw no street beggar stretching his empty hands. Was I the good-hearted man who gave all, never thinking I would be appreciated, and get a warm hug or a welcoming hello? I didn't do it to raise eyebrows and be praised... you should have done and save poor Othello from his misery, today he wouldn't feel small! Hey, Billy you walked among the blind, stopped by the corner store and bought a loaf of bread and didn't share a bit; your coldness was never left behind! Was I mean and cruel, walking past need, and eyes as red as blood? I stopped and listened; rich men are too busy to even notice poverty; and while the wheel spins, so does their luck... if I ever saw you on the sidewalk begging for money, I wouldn't stare and judge...but dig in my pocket!