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You saw them suffering everyday as you passed by So somedays you threw money in their little tin can But their pain lies far beneath the surface Homelessness is an illness that costs more than pocket change to cure Starvation and injustice can't be paid with a full tin can Their lifestyles cant be changed with ten thousand cans of change
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Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 6:32 PM UTC
Tin Cans
You saw them suffering everyday as you passed by So somedays you threw money in their little tin can But their pain lies far beneath the surface Homelessness is an illness that costs more than pocket change to cure Starvation and injustice can't be paid with a full tin can Their lifestyles cant be changed with ten thousand cans of change
Pyrrha
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24/F/Texas
Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 6:32 PM UTC
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