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?