I was a stranger, a nobody, to the vision of others, I was merely dust

But for a second of hopelessness, a change, I was seen by eyes filled with compassion and a loving lust 

For my grey colors, to be painted with yellow and red, a heart of gold whom repaired an armor corroding with rust

You simply just lent a hand, a hand of kindness, but a million blessings given to a random stranger, you, a Sir, of charitable trust