Miserable & Magical

[Verse 1]

They call us the Me Me Me, but Nipun walked away from the screen
Left Silicon Valley checks to chase what generosity means
ServiceSpace grew from a seed, now it's 450 thousand deep
While we counting Facebook likes, he's asking what we reap
Paradox in the air—we more connected, more alone
One real friend on average, scrolling through our phones
Ruby Bridges, six years old, praying for the hate
"Forgive them, God, they don't know"—now that's the human state
Boston runners crossed the line then ran to give their blood
Oklahoma waiter tipped the whole town with a flood
Crisis brings the best in us, but can we bring it Monday?
That's the question for the youth—will greed become the one way?

[Hook]

Give and you receive, receive and then you give
Dance between the two and that's the way we really live
Don't keep track of who owes what, just feel the rhythm move
Connection is the currency, and love is how we groove

[Verse 2]

Harvard did a study, gave away money on the spot
Spontaneous decision—most people gave what they got
Greed is calculated, but the heart's first instinct pure
Gandhi, King, and Mother T—they found the generous cure
Karma Kitchen serves you meals, the check always reads zero
Someone paid before you came, now you become the hero
Twenty-five thousand plates later, still the chain ain't break
Economists say self-interest, but that's a sad mistake
Neil was fourteen, thirty days of kindness was the test
Turned his life into a canvas, painted giving at its best
Senior prom, he made a circle so the special needs could dance
Then asked, "Am I selfish?" when his heart began to expand

[Hook]

Give and you receive, receive and then you give
Dance between the two and that's the way we really live
Don't keep track of who owes what, just feel the rhythm move
Connection is the currency, and love is how we groove

[Verse 3]

Entrepreneur at fancy spots, paying tabs anonymous
Batman of the restaurant scene, generosity's his promise
One couple crying at the table, working with disabled kids
Saved all year for anniversary—his gift was what they did
"What goes around comes around," she said through all her tears
Who's the giver? Who receives? It disappears
Homeless woman, empty pockets, holding up a nickel tight
"Can I buy you something?"—man, that moment felt so right
Tipped the cashier, paid it forward, smiles worth more than gold
Martin Luther said it clear: "Everyone can serve," we're told
Don't need subject-verb agreement, just a heart that's full of grace
Harker Class of 2013, go and heal the human race