There is no mercy in the streets of this city;
We all need some bit of pity,
We need care that is tender,
Or else we all will fall asunder.

We need someone to hold on,
I will be the shoulder  you can lean on,
For we can't go long on our own,
We need someone to goad us on.

We need someone to talk to,
we need someone to care to,
We need a feeling of safety, a prize,
It ain't cost much, what a surprise.

We ain't need thee or an angle.
We can't go on like a lonely ranger,
All we need is a bit of human touch,
lets share a little of that human touch.
                                                               By K.V. Arun