I do not give you water because I fear hell

But because your thirst makes my mouth dry

And my lips crack

I do not give you bread because I am supposed to

But because your hunger makes me weak

And my stomach growl

I do not give you my coat to earn my salvation

But because the cold wind on your skin

Makes me shiver

And my bones ache

And those that give to pay their way to heaven

Do not despise them

They practice with the hope of achieving

This compassion

That they think is a gift

But the thirst is never quenched

The stomach never full

And when you have no coat to give

This compassion feels more like a curse

Hearts that break call my name

I can feel their pain

It breaks my heart in two

Eyes that cry look to me

To set their spirits free

It breaks my heart in two

I would take away the pain if I could

Danse the stars again you know I would

But I’m only made of clay