Shoe Shine

A man falls from a building, he most certainly will die,
Upon the ground, folks gather round for his dissent and cry,
Through prayers and screaming, Though well meaning, everybody moves,
Cause no one, simply no one, wants to get it on their shoes.

They point and yelp, they call for help, the weak avert their eyes,
The jaded wastes among them say "it's really no surprise",
the rest are shocked, their world's are rocked, they question faith and truth.
All back up slightly, Cause it might be getting on their shoes.

They'll wish you well and try to tell you that you're not alone,
While feeding  kindness, hope and blindness through the telephone,
They'll send their prayers - from over there. This distance only proves,
That No one, simply no one, wants to get it on their shoes.