I saw the scar trail across his face
His eyes pierced my brain as he held out his hand
Fear crept over me my heart started to race
He asked me something I didn’t understand

A pound please, Sir, so I may eat
I steadied myself and brushed fear down
I’ve hit hard times, I’m on the street
You see I’m from the other side of town

I wanted to help but I walked away
I could feel his eyes and heard his spit hit the ground
I dropped him a pound and heard him say
Thank you, Sir, maybe I'll see you around