Show Me

Show me the lady walking down the street,
Tears on her cheeks, wounds on her feet,
Show her with her eyes cold and blood steely,
Then give her the white lilies.

Show me then street urchin his clothes rugged and beat,
Show me his toils his struggles and his defeat,
Show me his perspective on life bleak and unfeeling,
Then give him the white lilies.

Show me the widow of a man just passed,
Show me her sorrow and pain that forever lasts,
Show me her broken smile show me her her why's and needing,
Then give her the white lilies.

Show me the man just broken hearted,
Over a lover held close now a soul departed,
Show him bashing himself, telling himself he is being silly,
Then give him the white lilies.

Show me the lady selling her soul on the corner of the street,
Who for a couple of shillings will part her feet,
Show me her despair, show me her heart bleeding,
Then give her the white lilies.

Show me the man shoving his fears down the bottle,
Unsuccessful and broken his course to death on full throttle,
Show me his emotion, show me his heart ripping,
Then give him the white lilies.

Show me a mirror so I may see myself,
So I may read myself and not be a book on the shelf,
Show me my fear, show me my pain,
Show me my tears and show it all to me again,
Show me on the floor like a river my tears spilling,
And if all else fails, give me the white lilies.