Poor Bob,the squirrel

I see his injured leg,and it makes me want to cry
He wobbles to-and-fro and sways side-to-side
Bob is a victim,just the same as we can be
Watching him limp,a could of one like you or me..

Slowly,up the tree he goes and I hold my breath
for certainly one misstep would bring about his death
I feel the pain inside of him,only three feet on a branch..
and very soon I find myself emerged within a trance

I find a boy named Robert;Bob is what he's called.
Optimistic,unscathed by life,but then I am appalled..
Now he lives on city streets and while he has that name,
with no parents to call him it,it's truly all the same.

People pass poor Bob every single day,
but regardless of his homelessness,no notice will they pay.
It is he who wants to cry out after the hit and run..
He saw the people drive away;I knew this was their fun.

I pray he thinks they're inattentive and that they somehow didn't know,
yet I saw it then,a hidden spite that eyes will sometimes show.
Poor Bob,I wanted to hold him then,convey the love of life,
but I was a ghost,my voice was lost within my fruitless strife.

I could barely withstand the torture of seeing him bleed out,
but for the very life of me,I could not make a sound.

Bob is on the tree again,though he's once more a squirrel,
and now I have my voice with me,the power to change the world.
After struggling for quite a bit,he jumps from tree-to-roof,
and though still out of reach to me,he armed me with a truth.

I am a single person blessed with the gift of love
We are many people and together we'll rise above
You see, we are all victims of a single person's hate
that only seemed so powerful because it formed a chain..

It spread like an infection and we unknowingly let it in
and while I'm just a person who recognized the sin..
We can stand together,combining heart and mind..
We can join hands and leave new suffering behind.

Hate has only the power in which it was given
and with the choice of faith,eventually its presence will be ridden.
For those who can,spread the word: this gift is one-size-fits-all.
We have the choice to forgive and live this theme; it's universal!