It was only this morning that I realised, nmy conscience was sleeping while I've been alive.nThe things in the past that I let pass me bye nand now I regret that I never did stop to ask why.nnThe man with the bag and the walking stick limps up and down my roadnThe kids in the cafe they point and laugh where is their moral code.nnI should say something but I say nothing I haven't got the nerve.nHe's in the twilight years of his life this ain't what he deserves.nnThe high street fright on a Friday night, a coward hits his lady,ncries out bitch you must be mad why do you disobey me.nWe should do something but we do nothing, the public eye turns blindndomestic violence, is met with silence, in our pathetic timesnnAnd would she have said yes, when wearing her white dress, if violence was included in his vows.nI'm sure that she hates it, but she tolerates it, she's married to him now.nnThe starving girl cries on TV, dying in a third world nightmare nslouching back we sympathise from the comfort of our armchairsnnwe should give something but we give nothing only a little is changednIt's quite appalling when tears are falling more often than the rainnnAnd if you see a mother swear at her poor innocent childnDo you ever stop and say to her why are you so wild.nThat kid will grow up to be a fuck-up just like his dear young mum.nHis little heart is falling apart under your spiteful tonguennDoes this kid deserve this, born into a right mess, the sad thing is he's not the only one.nI'm sure that he hate it, but he tolerates it, the boy can't choose his mumnnSo if you're walking around with your head in the cloud with the lost souls at your feet.nBear in mind that all mankind may need some sympathy - don't you agree?n