Deep in the park, under the trees
Hiding from view, they crouch on their knees
Dirty and worn, so skinny and sick
Hair matted and greasy, so tangled and thick
All drive by, avoiding their gaze
Occasionally donating on special days
Thousands of stories brought them to this place
But no one listens and stares off to space
Veterans and addicts and those down on their luck
No longer trying because their life is stuck
Reliving the days that dragged them here
Fighting for scraps in spite of the fear
Unseen they are by the fortunate ones
Who whine and complain and bang on their drums
Who think they have it so hard and so bad
But nothing compared to the permanently sad
So the next time you drive or walk by the crowd
Watching them tired with heads lowely bowed
Remember that once they were just like you
That they deserve respect and sympathy too
