Another homeless person died,
And not one person cried,




















Cause it’s just another
Homeless person that died,
Not people like you and me,
Someone’s dying in the street,
Somewhere with nothing but their soul laid bare,
A homeless child is eating from a
Garbage can,
And not one person sees
A little child fell on the street,



















Because he had nothing to eat.




















He’s poor and cold,























He feels lonely,
























He touches he’s food,























He worries about he’s family,




















He cries of hunger,
























He dreams to have a house and a job.