Look into their hearts and you will feel.
Look into their eyes and you will see.
If you are willing you will find them
In the streets and on TV,
How often do we consider,
That WE could be that haven they shall need
Or simply just a fond memory.
But when we do, we plant a seed,
Something to nurture and to grow
A small but warm place deep inside
Where they can stay
When there is no where to hide.
I look at them and I know
The pain they've endured and fear that resides
Hovering there always on their minds.
They suffer alone, silently
Praying for some sort of repreave
A sanctity of blessed peace
A holy chapel in which they can lead
Perhaps a better life or dreams untold
A family that's long been gone
The creatures of our world,
We pass them by and never turn back.
Yet if we stop in them we will find
The purity of God's love
An innosence we no longer posess.
Are we truly that much better
Than those simple minded beasts?
Or are they the path to the otherside
A fleeting glimpse of what we seek
Give them a chance and you will find
They're not so different from you and me.