My heart goes/ out to those
For whom this life is not what they chose
Whom life has beaten
Live on the street and
Have empty stomach and frozen toes
"When I grow up I want to be a tramp
Carry my life in three carrier bags
Never at peace,
moved along by the police
Always cold, hungry and damp"
No, it isn't what we choose
With life ahead and all to lose
Innocently free
Of destiny
Brought low by fate, or drugs, or booze
So when that lowlife passes by
Stench bringing water to your eye
Thank your God
You're spared that rod
There but for his grace go I
If you've no money, give a smile
Dignity can last a while
Show them humanity
One who could be you or me
A moments kindness in lifes trials