Walking down the street turning blind eyes;
Ignore the single mother as she cries,
The child's stomach is swollen because she can't eat,
Look down and rags and blisters on her feet.

You see a man whip a woman across her face,
She stares down at the ground she's lost without a trace;
Her clothes are worn and torn so you see the dark bruises
And see open holes from past abuses.

In the middle of the street, there is a lost man.
His wife at his side doing all that she can
To keep him from losing his feeble mind,
All the while still dreaming, hoping to find.

The young man who hit his love didn't mean to,
He's just so far gone that he doesn't know what else to do,
But that little girl can feel his hand upon her cheek,
And she hopes one day she can stand tall and not feel meek.

That lost man has all determination in his eyes,
Something old, something new, something so wise.
He's spent his whole life just searching for his dream,
That one day you'll look at him and think he is also a human being.