Ever wonder why everybody cannot be as fortunate?
Burns a whole through my brain, its scorching its
Stories behind faces that can be torturous.
Think they're just asking for money? No, there's more to this.
Was he a lawyer, an attorney?
Was she a judge? Does this concern me?
"It's not my busines, I'm still learning..."
That's what a teen would say
I would know, I'm a teen
Seven years old and we develop our dreams
Just to grow up and be apart of a team
Some may have taken the wrong route, at least that's what it seems
I drive past a man every morning on way my school
He holds a sign in the air, the courtesy for food
Not only does he ask, but he writes "God bless you"
Homeless, but he's humans and we all need some protection
People treat the homeless as if it's a disease
Walking buy, they drop a dime, but all its really a tease
All they want to do is make it, they want to live a life
Where sleeping in a bed, is where they sleep at night
Eat whatever food they wanted, not a simple little bite
You can change somebody's day simply saying "hey"
Just like you can speak to a homeless man.
"Hello, what's the matter?"
His head is down, he might not answer
His heart is broke, it might be shattered
His head is sore, it might be battered
You never know the situation, so never judge a homeless man.