Your hands are opened wide with a desperate look in your eyes

Peering through the lens of your soul I can see

Once a proud man who saught the american dream

But now you hide

Behind the reality that you are without a home

Living on the streets all because somewhere down the line things went wrong

Many walk past you with no remorse or feeling

Probaby because they find your look to be unappealing

Or maybe they aren't God fearing

People's actions towards you ony make the world colder an less friendly

However through it all you still maintain

Along the raod I aproach as you look up seekng the same

But all I can do is hang my head in shame because money is the hardest game

It weighs on my heart and it hurts for me to say

Im sorry sir but i don't have any change