The dried flowers of our Nation.

As I was buying lots of toys from a Shopping Mall,
I see a poor boy my age, looking longingly at a ball.

I feel so sad and I wish that I could do something,
I look at him and suddenly, I could do anything.

ANYTHING to make him better, to make him happy too,
To make that empty, sad face bloom with joy too.

I look at him and then at me, and I know what to do,
It'll make him feel better, and I'll be joyous too.

I take ALL the shopping bags and hand them to that lad,
He smiles and I smile back, feeling so warm and glad.

These are the dried flowers, that exist in our nation,
But I know that if we water them, it'll change the situation.