Faces
Faces
If you passed me on the street
Would you give me your time?
A dirty homeless person like me
Who doesn’t have a dime
Would you keep walking?
Pretending not to care
Even as I reach out for help
With my meaningful stare
Would you get in your car?
Erase my memory away
Turn on some music
And go on about your day
Or would you wonder why I’m here?
What could of happen in my life?
Do I have any kids?
Did I once have a wife?
How can a man lose everything?
That he lives on the street
How can his daily ambition
Be to find something to eat
Well, I’ve wondered that too
How did I get here?
Looking at faces
Wondering if they care?
Do I not have a heart?
Do I not have a soul?
Am I not one of God’s children?
Living here below
For whatever the reason
My life’s gone astray
Shouldn’t mean I should live like this
One more day
Maybe all it would take is just one person
To reach out and lend me a hand
And save me from dying
In life’s quicksand
But I’ve been wondering
Could it possibly be true?
That the one person to save me
Possibly be you?
Copyright © Jeff Morehead | Year Posted 2011
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