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I remember a time when I was scared of them
I never went to close to them
I prejudged them, because I didn't know who they were
I would just look at them from afar
Cold hands
Empty eyes
Wandering up and down the streets tonight
"Excuse me, Miss, where are you going?"
"I'm going home"
Wherever that is
Hear me out, he said
And as the tears drip down my face
My energy begin depleting
This happens to over one in 45 people
Everywhere I go, i see a homeless person or two
Living on the streets like animals in the zoo
How can the government let people live like this
They are people too and deserve better
A dull blue hat upon his headBlack ripped gloves are on his handsLost and somewhat confusedThere's this homeless man
I saw a man sitting on a ledge. His head was low and over the edge. He held a sign with seven bold words. Not the kind often said. All was read and left a constant ringing in my head.
