Me!
On the street where he sleeps with no arms by his side
Where he digs through your trash and in daylight he hides
He lost his poor parents when he was a young man
No family to help so he holds out his hand
He'd work for a dollar and do whatever you want
you walk right beside him and put up a front
He dropped out of school the pain was to much
and dreams of his mother her smell and her touch
When he got older he tried to clean up his act
But it was to late no look where he's at
He sleeps on your porch to get out of the snow
Then hides in the woods so no one will no
You just laugh and you call him a bum
just think how he got there and where he came from
They all have a story some not so right
but think to yourself did i do that one night
He could be a vet. who lost wife and kids
and that was because something she did
He could be an Angel sent down to see
how would you treat him if tommarro he's ME
JW
