The Homeless
I saw a man standing on the corner He held a sign, said he'd work for food Don't make fun of this man's sorrow Just thank God that it's not you
Once a home, nice things, a family Then one day, his life broke into He just needs a hand, to pick up the pieces You don't know him, but he sure needs you
Sleeping in a box down by the river Thinking of the life he once knew His warm bed was taken from him His wife, his kids, he lost them too
The break he needs, no one will give him He'll ask for a job but they refuse No clothes to wear to impress them So standing here is all he can do
That man you see there on that corner he still has a story to tell though his next meal might be from a trash can the next warm bed in the local jail
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LIFE IS A RIDE, EITHER OF JOY OR REGRET. WHICH DO YOU CHOOSE? THINK QUICKLY, YOU MAY SOON BE AT A DEAD END!
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Synopsis
I work with the homeless every day. I give them jobs, try to make a difference. In my line of work I have the ability to do this. I am forever grateful that it is not me.
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