A friend and I, by the ocean sitting, reminiscing.
From behind came a man, belt in his hand, on his face was sand.

He's all alone, there's no place for him to call home.
But his eyes were so wide, something told us God was working inside.

Told us his life story, how he lost his job, and his family.
His name was Michealangelo.
If we hadn't been there to ease his pain, how would his life have changed.
Where is he now? What is he doing? We'll never know (poor michealangelo).

Selfishness, Brokeness, the difference between us and him.
He has needs, but we have wants, this selfishness is binding us.