I think I know him,
the boy in the halls.
I assume that he is the same as me,
just trying to get through the day.
I don't know that his mother left home
leaving him the man of the house at just fourteen.
Forced to grow up in a way that I will never understand.
I think I know him
but do I really?

I think I know her,
the homeless women on the street corner.
I certainly judge her as if I do.
I assume she is there because of her own action
or inaction.
I don't know that her husband beat her
and to leave was the only way out.
Even if it meant living on the streets
it had to be better than coming home to Him every night.
I think I know her
but do I really?