My story is an untold story. These men, they do not want the truth, they want the power, they want what they don't have. A man plays for me, his peers just walking by, pretending he doesn't exist or throwing a dollar in out of guilt. Listen to the music, so melancholy, so true to the emotions stirring in all of us. Maybe that is why they are ignoring him, because the song he plays reminds them of the feelings inside.