In San Francisco
My heart was unduly fixated upon success
At first, I fail to give him my best
"I don't have time", was my protest
I was a young man at the time
In time, I found gold of a different kind
In California, I learned that I was out of line
My first citing revealed a man filled with pain
I quickly learned that Reuben was his name
For him, every day was more of the same
Love demands that we do the best we can
But at first, I was too blind to understand
That God had sent me a homeless man
Some people leave their hearts in San Francisco
Other people find their hearts in San Francisco
40 years ago, I found my heart in San Francisco
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