The Blind Man

Yesterday I saw this blind man, standing alone on the street
Dressed in those ragged clothes, looks like a beggar by his trade
Their sympathetic eyes reflect the suffering on his face
But everyone of them just pass him by and go away

Then he took out his harmonica and roll out this moving tune
Then people started to stop and listened to him play
The melody heard in the air, seemed like a sound they've heard before
It reminded them of the cause they're born for

Chorus
You're born to care (cheat)
You're born to smile (hide)
You're born to feel (pretend)
You're born to love (lie)
It goes 'Hey.......Hey.......'

As they watched him play the song, some of them sang along
A few were so touched, they tired hard to hold back their tears
I wonder what if he could see, what if the blind man could see them cry
What would he be thinking, if he ever see them cry

As he completed the song, they gave him a coin or two
Then he packed up his bag and strolled towards the park by the road
As I followed, I was wondering: "Doesn't he need to be guided?"
But by then, he was in his car and had driven away

Chorus
You're born to care (cheat)
You're born to smile (hide)
You're born to feel (pretend)
You're born to love (lie)
It goes 'Hey.......Hey.......'