Wednesday morning, walking through the park

A woman begging, a man without legs.

Buying a banana, a hungry face, a grabbing hand, giving away the banana,

Wednesday morning, walking through the park,

buying an apple, to give or to eat?

for how many apples and bananas can you buy

for the dispair to dissapear.

Couldn't I buy a whole park full of apples and bananas?

would that be enough, will it ever be enough?

For the hungry eyes and grabbing hands,

there are no more apples nor bananas

and there within lies the sadness.

Wednesday afternoon, working in the project,

a boy shouting, a girl crying,

giving away love and affection

the most precious parts one posseses.

It's still not enough, but together with the apples and bananas,

it adds up to something,

and there within lies the beauty,

And than... for one small moment,

it all makes sense again.