When I pass them on the road
Silent standing at the side
Is it enough to throw a dime?
Times I wonder why it is
Did they choose the life they live?
Did they create? Decide their fate?
As we sew so we shall reap is my belief
As we give so we receive, but is this true?
I don\’t know
When I see them in the park
With their larger cans and wine
Do I condemn within my mind?
When they\’re laying on the grass
Where they\’re from I never ask
Can I see their divinity?
When I pass them on the street
I know they hail from out a town
Do I presume the higher ground?