Lonely Man
He's just a lonely man in the streets,
no place to go nothing to eat.
He carries a sign he'll work for food,
people just look at him like a fool.
He can feel the tears falling from his
cheeks, seems forever when they hit his feet.
Then they roll onto the ground making a path
but a silent sound.
Stop and listen to the crying sounds.
As time goes on people play there games and
call him names, He says to himself please GOD
forgive them they no not what they say.
Stop and listen to the crying sounds.
still alot of lonely people to be found.

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