Two cans at the counter…

for hearts wanting to do more
while buying coffee from a corner store.
Two cans with change meant to give away
to those less fortunate, for those whom we pray.

Two cans on the counter….

one for children abused, and neglected,
the other for animals, hurt and rejected.
To whom do we give when we have but one coin?
To which worthy fight do we symbolically join?

Two cans on the counter…..

pick them both up, yes give it a try.
For, each time I do, I can’t help but cry.
Two cans at the counter, the children’s is light
it is for the animals we’d much rather fight.

Two cans on the counter…….

But is there truth in a fight,
where we don't see first the child’s right?
Two cans on the counter, it’s always the same
we give to the animals, leave the children in shame.

[This message has been edited by angelbear (edited 06-03-2001).]

I'm not right ... you're not wrong ...
Still I dont know ... what this love of ours is built upon.

I can't control
my destiny
I trust my soul,
my only goal
is just to "be"
-Lyrics from RENT