"its Sad"
Walking down the street today Ive' come
across so many with not much to say...
On my way I go witha tune in my head
humming so my spirits are not dead...
Another face with hidden eye's, no impression
just a soul with distant lies.....
Pass the hustle and the stares, wondering
if they know or even care....
One last stop on my way, a weeping child
who has lost there way....
To my hand they will not take, because in our
world they can not shake....
Back at home again I wonder why, you can
not help, even when a child cry's.....
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