You smell the goods,

You feel the heat,

You sit there waiting for a coin atleast a crum for you to eat,

When the cold creeps in, you can feel it creep through your feet,

No roof over your head, no where to make it to bed,

Your just the homeless on the road,

All people do is look down on you,

They've found a way to dehumanize you,

They can't see your still human like me and you,

Soon there will be change for people in your shoes..