Hidden Stories

作曲：Garth Richard Dahdah

作词：Garth Richard Dahdah

I see them on the corner

Holding up a sign

Their eyes tell stories

A world unseen in mine

A puzzle with missing pieces

I can't quite see

Are they lost or found

Is it up to me

Like a ship at sea without a map or a guy

I wonder if they're searching or just trying to hide

I wanna help but how can I know

Is it just for show

Or a place to go

A silent question hanging in the air

Can we bridge the gap

And truly care

Hidden stories behind the glass

Lives intertwined like threads of glass

Can we find a way to understand

Reach out a hand and lend a hand

Some say they're lazy

Just asking for more

But I see people

With hearts that soar

Maybe they've lost their way

Had a fall trying to pick up the pieces to stand tall

Like a garden without rain

They're dry and weak

A gentle kindness is all they seek

I want to help

But how can I know

Is it just for show

Or a place to go

A silent question hanging in the air

Can we breach that gap

They truly care

Hidden stories behind the glass

Lives intertwined like threads of grass

Can we find a way to understand

Reach out a hand and

Lend a hand hidden stories behind the glass

Lives intertwined like threads of grass

Can we find a way to understand

Reach out a hand and

Lend a hand some say they're lazy just asking for more

But I see people with hearts that soar

Maybe they've lost their way or had a fall

Trying to pick up the pieces to stand tall

Like a garden without rain they're dry and weak

A gentle kindness is all they seek

I want to help but how can I know

Is it just for show or a place to go

A silent question hanging in the air

Can we breach the gap they truly care

Hidden stories behind the glass

Lives intertwined like threads of glass

Can we find a way to understand

Reach out a hand and lend a hand

Maybe we'll never know their deepest pain

But a little kindness can ease the strain

Let's be the change we wish to see

A world of compassion wild and free

Hidden stories behind the glass

Lives intertwined like threads of grass

Can we find a way to understand

Reach out a hand and lend a hand