The guilt that I denied that beggar
When a coin was just a meager
I could have helped that blind
Whom for no reason I declined
The guilt of leaving her alone
The guilt of minding my own
When I look back at the sand
Lonely footprints with no helping hand
So much of fortune, but none to share
Instead of ecstasy, why such despair
Now in the world, vast as sea
I find only me.
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