If you open your heart to the misery

Of those who live without hope

If you learn to walk in another’s steps

 And learn not to avert your gaze

If you give all that you have to give

And see with the eyes of a child

You will learn

Not to count on your money, my friend,

Its value comes and goes,

Instead, count your hours and count your days

Your minutes, seconds, breaths

And please do all that you can do

To lift the misery from those suffering pain and loss.

For self-sacrifice is the currency of love, my friend. 

That is all that remains:

As time flashes by, my friend,

Glinting in the sky,

As the angels fly on high.