I walk out into the cold, leaving my crying babies behind. Just doing all I can to make people understand.
I'm not some deadbeat bum but a husband who can't find, what happened to the job upon which
we built our lives.The empire I'd dreamed of seemed to be in reach, that was until the curtain
fell on the show,the money wasn't there. We got kicked out of our life- with no where
to go. Pinching every penny still didn't help.The puzzle pieces of our lives
we had to sell. Head hung low, I walked to the mission, too ashamed to
look 'em in the eye.Though whenever I was there they'd always smile.
Yet here I am in this parking lot, Scanning the cars for a kind face-
One that wont twist in disgust and look away but give me
a listening ear-just a moment's glimpse of trust.
I have a story to tell, and nothing to sell just
a guy trying to help his family survive.You
roll down your window- Did you just look
me in the eye? I didn't even see a mask of
fear. Feel my heart beat racing, what
brought me to this place? I open
the conversation with
misplaced haste,"I know
people don't like
panhandlers but-"
There is always a but.
"I know people don't like panhandlers..."
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