You see me every day on your city
Street, you notice me outside, wave,
Quickly hear my thanks as I enter your
House without another word, I take
Off my jacket and start in on your meal.
We eat and drink everything, unlike everyone else
You give us a small pat on the back, and so now
We must pull out our books and it is your
Turn to learn, to be brought to real light,
Our shined black shoes glisten in your lamp.
So now you will only take part in being shown
Our path to follow, the guide to believe
In, the miracle of speaking, of strange
Works, so you can pay all your money
Right to those who "will need it most."
As we leave, we only ask one thing,
That you always remember we'll be
Waiting on you, counting on your
Further interest in our promises.