More Than Just a Dream Job

I hear your stories and feel your pain as if it were my own.

An anger and passion feel my bones as i figure out

How? What? What can i do to help you?

No, I haven't seen the streets nor have i taken that high

You live on to survive.

I haven't faced man after man entering me, leaving me..

EMPTY. But there was that one and then and only then

Can i attempt to imagine the violation, desolation and

Loss of dignity you face day after day. 

So i've made up my mind that one day, someday

I will help save you. One day i will help you rise and

Know that there is love that never fails and never takes away.

There's a God who reigns in Heaven, and there is a Heaven,

And He will wipe every tear away. I dont know your name

And i can't see your face but please,

I'm begging lost boy, lost girl..

Won't you let me help you?