When I see around, the world around me
I just don't know where to see
There's a million people who are busy
There are a thousand children like me
But in the crowd of millions
Between all those straights and turns
I spot few people who's heads not down
They don't have their heads in phones
Unlike others no one seems their clone
I see these people who smile at me
And me, they look happy to see
I don't know them but I trust them
Who like to be a bit troublesome
With their hands open for me
And I know where I am meant to be
They are the people I like
Who may seem to others like Physic
Bit to me, maybe to only me
They are nice and free and gold in old
They are good and kind and never sold
I like these people as gold

With a big heart, no care of wealth
Who try hard and...