They sit there patiently
On the sides of the streets
Begging and praying for something to eat
People walk by them
As if they don't even exist
Something so sad and poor
How could you miss?
People eat their warm, delicious food
Right infront of their faces
While their begging
And wishing
That they could just taste it
They sleep on the hard, cold pavement
Wraped in just thread
While we're in our warm houses
Sleeping comfortably in our soft beds
We forget the blessings
We forget
That this can be taken away from us at any moment
We forget
That maybe tomorrow
We could be from the beggars
The hungry
The helpless
The homeless
