Hungry and cold,
she talks to herself as she grows old....
She pushes her basket,
with all her clothes....
With tears in her eye's,
with no signs of hope......
Collecting cans is a full time job...
Walking in circles to make a dime....
With a spot under the bridge,
that she calls her home....
Her friends she fights with,
which are her only thoughts....
A losing battle, from the start....
I see her every morning,
sitting in my car...
I say:
God bless that lady as she has come far....
Someone with a heart,
with love and care....
And now she's alone,
and no one really cares..
If you see someone hungry,
give them some change....
Tell them God loves then,
and I'll do the same....