See her sleeping on a bench
her basket there beside
she's out in the cold
when she should be inside
she spends her life a'shopping
as she browses the streets
looking for some food
and shoes for her feet
I feel so much love for her
that I get on my knees
then I pray to God
"Lord, could you help her please?"
I take my shoes off my feet
and remove my sweater
then I walk to the bench
and offer them to her
she smiles at me kindly
as she accepts my gifts
and then for a moment
it seems her sadness lifts...
I remember as I walk
her on that bench of rust
knowing she is equal
with the rest of us