Would you give me a hand kind sir?
Is there room in you heart
Time on your hands
To render assistance
And to ease my pain?
What have you got
How high do you stand?
Who do you know
That might see my kindness
And exalt my name?
Please sir,
I have been wronged
I do not wish to be stepped on
Nor step upon
Sorry my friend
Do you not know?
The scales of justice
They weigh the gold,
From the poor
My judicious blade cuts
The pound of flesh,
And the blindfolds
Shield my souless eyes
And hide my shame.
Is there room in you heart
Time on your hands
To render assistance
And to ease my pain?
What have you got
How high do you stand?
Who do you know
That might see my kindness
And exalt my name?
Please sir,
I have been wronged
I do not wish to be stepped on
Nor step upon
Sorry my friend
Do you not know?
The scales of justice
They weigh the gold,
From the poor
My judicious blade cuts
The pound of flesh,
And the blindfolds
Shield my souless eyes
And hide my shame.
