(3) Three Tear's of a Lonily Man (Never Stop Believing) Pt.2

As the sweltering heat finally simmer's down to it's most modest degree. I notice some one resting right beside me, someone who once had a home and family, now we're both are homeless-both are distraught. Upon the rise of the sun we are off to a jour- ney-whereas disparity is all around us and it has us caught. Caught in the Ville, other- wise Jacksonville, and on this journey, "all of these journey's", the homeless face that irractical fact, that there is a epidemic that is so real. Yes, real in the Ville. Yeah! hard to realized, harder to concieve, drugs and alcohol have laid down be- side us. Sad, this great nation has made cost to cry & fuss. Not all have made bad choice's and many do get up. But the tear's of a lonily man-three tears that fall on the ground. "Homeless in the Ville", asking for help no-one is around. Homeliness is every- where, and please don't dare think you-you and whomever, may never face this mess. "Three tear's of a lonily Man", may one day finally see success. Then if ever one get himself back into the realignment of the grace of God as he is called. These tears, those fears is replaced by the assurence of the groundwork of endurence!!. For yes they feed us, give clothe's too. Believing thing's do get better, to overcome your de- mise, those tear's of they that need no longer cry will find shelter before the darkness kisses the rise.