Alone on the streets,
Is not something fun,
We see homeless people everyday,
And we just walk on.
Put your hands in your pockets,
And spare them some change,
Show them companionship,
And make their day.
It is our responsibility,
To show them love,
To make their lives better,
And to help them on.
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So very true. I was homeless for a short time aged 15 but times were different back then. All sorts of ppl become homeless. Theyre not a bunch of thieving bandits.
Powerfful yet simple message that people these days do not understand. I loved it!
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