How many times have we conceded that it is only a little difference that we make,
But fail to realise that the moment of hesitation was actually a life at stake
A smile, a word of concern, a listening ear,
That's all it might take to wipe away your friend's silent tear.
Through the sharpest microscopes we have scrutinised the key to life
Yet still we are blinded by our selfish desires, the desire to strive
And for such a 'worthy' cause as many are disillusioned to believe
Trapped in our mad mad world, the awful reality which few have left the time to conceive
True love has grown cold, thorny troubles, envious essence
A display, a facade, which now assumes its presence
99 roses, the boy's matches to melt a girl's heart
Yet who rose up to the challenge to hold true to the end, right from the start
Day break we whine of the school ahead, day end we yawn
Life seems nothing but a race stretching on and on
Somewhere out there a little child gasps for her last breathe
Fortunate people never realise what they already have
It's the little things in life that count
Have you ever wondered about this little dot called the decimal?
If it chooses to put its self-interest aside, fit itself snugly at the back
You will get alot, maybe 100 000
But when people's concerns are miserly worries, it fights for the first place
Leaving little, maybe 0.100 000
Wherever it goes, the little dot remains a dot
But to others, it is a whole big difference
What kind of difference have you made in someone else's life thus far?
Pris
