I forget your pleading face

Why was my heart so heavy,
seeing your crumpled body still in the wettest and coldest night
waiting for the light-hearted to grant you
with little of what they earn for the month?

And why then the red light changes so quickly,
leaving me warm and comfortable in my cab
forgetting that a face like you
ever pleads to me in the somber night?

*Sometimes I know that my heart can be as hard as steel*