Bleed
I've been asked to help the sickAnd those who are needy
If I don't, I'll be accused
Of being too greedy
Obligated to give more
Why does this make me mad?
Am I stingy, selfish too?
Am I really that bad?
Shame on me for not showing
Compassion for the poor
I won't turn my back on them
And should not close the door
Sometimes we are asked to give
To help end poverty
Just how effective that is
Is up to you and me
We will always have the poor
And that is guaranteed
What more do they want from me?
Do they want me to bleed?
I guess I can donate blood
Or be a volunteer
Anything that I should do
To keep my conscience clear
Am I only generous
When I am pressured to?
Can I show my charity
By the nice things I do?
Must I bleed to fill a need?
My love for them won't stop
I'm like mud, from dust and blood
I would give every drop
Every single drop of blood
I have in me, indeed
From the heart, I'd give my part
Sometimes we all must bleed
Please don't misunderstand me
To bleed means to give more
Even more than they expect
It should not be a chore
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