More to Life Than You or I

I walk alone through the street;
Except for the man that
Reeks of defeat.

He walks alone
Tattered and torn
By the storms,
That he has borne.

Is there a soul that cares?
That dares to Intervene?
For I alone see his scars;
One would wish it were a dream.

Help, Help I cry!
Is there someone there?
For his end is coming:
His end I know, is near.

Do you have a moment?
Or are there other things to do?
Things seemingly important,
But in contrast just as small as you.

There is more to life
Than you or i.
More than a moment, or a day.

There is the man
That you passed by,
Upon your busy way.