Harmonica Man

He plays his harmonica on the street. Playing for money for something to eat. So much love goes in his tunes He plays from morning to late afternoon. Night falls he has no where to sleep His stomach is growling he had nothing to eat. The night is cold he needs rest Using cardboard boxes to make a nest. He says his prayers closes his eyes Alone in the world he dies. Won`t someone care won`t someone weep? Another homeless person dies in the street. Doesn`t matter if your black or white. Nowhere to go so alone ghostlike.