No One Asks Your Name
I saw you standing on the street
with dirty hands and callused feet
with a frayed and weathered bag
filled with dreams of different life you had
No one stopped and asked you name
where you're from or why you came
So you move on down the road
to a different town and a different home
But your eyes still look the same
full of hope and fear and pain.
--
And no one asks your name
where you're from or why you came
--
And the choir sings in harmony
Their voices loud and the church bells ring
You feel the words floating in the air
they echo in the city square
They fall down on you like rain
washed down the gutter where they drain
And your life is still the same
full of hope and fear and pain.
--
And no one asks your name
where you're from or why you came
--
The rain is cold when it hits your face
No one close for your embrace
The winter wind blows through the night
And you close you eyes against it's bite
The people move on by
And turn their heads when they meet you eye
And no one asks your name
Where you from or why you came.
--
Your dreams are still the same
full of loss and fear and pain.
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