The Random ActYou could run an organization,
raise up money for a cause.
Save the world from some disease,
But never know the people that you impact.
You could give to charity,
Hope they'll use your givings well.
Ignore statistics on how much they keep.
Hope that someone, somewhere, cares.
You could fundraise for the world,
Save money from supporters,
Give it to those that you see fit,
And try not to keep any for yourself.
You could do a random act of kindess,
Nothing big or planned.
Just buying shoes for a little boy
Or giving flowers to a stranger
You could fly overseas with likeminded people,
Who've never built a thing in their lives
And you can build a home for children
And you can see them smile
You can do something important
Without a lot of money or agendas
You can change the world for someone
But you'll never know unless you do it yourself
You can save the world
One random act at a time
Handle With CareThe thing in the cage was all bones and blood and feathers, pressed up against the tight bars. Dean squinted, trying to see more, see what the thing was inside the cage, but it kept shifting, the black tipped wings scraping against the confines to hide its body and face all the more. Dean was curious, he wanted to know what was in the cage and, more than that, he wanted to help it. What he could see of its gaunt pale flesh was bloodstained; whip marks, burns, and gashes, ripping through what skin he could see. He knew that this thing was in pain and he wanted it to stop.
He couldn't move though, not really. He was stuck in place, only able to shift his eyes, blink, breathe, and talk. He couldn't shift his eyes for long though, or do anything else to look away from the thing in the cage for long, before a headache would crackle through his mind, forced and unnatural.
"Don't look." The caged thing would croak, its voice harsh and grating from screaming. It repeated it over and over again