I have seen the sorrow, I have seen the pain.
I have seen the homeless, standing in the rain.
The shelters are filled, there are people in the street.
They have holes in their clothes, and no shoes on their feet.

I have seen garbage cans filled, with uneaten food.
I have seen children so *****, some think it is crude.
Some people will help, though not enough care.
With the winter approaching, it just isn't fair.

I have seen the hungry, I have seen them cry.
I have seen the elderly, right before they die.
Is life really this cruel? Not to help those in need.
To turn your backs on everyone, even when they bleed.

I have seen a solution, to this problem don't you see.
It will take a lot of people, the help I hope is free.
If a church could provide a shelter, could you be a friend.
Will you volunteer your time, and give a hand to lend?

Begging for food, loosing all hope.
Selling their bodies, to pay for their dope.
Some were abandoned, while others ran away.
Homeless children, surviving another day.

It's a hot summer day, clear blue sky.
While you are living, a child will die.
They think they are strong, but they are weak.
Hopes and dreams, are what they seek.

Ripping apart, my christmas bows.
Jack Frost bitting, their frozen toes.
Snug as a bug, in my home.
Walking the streets, they will roam.

Not many people, take the time to care.
Homeless and hungry, and often times scared.
They cannot trust the city, or even the state.
For homeless children, the street is there fate.

Each child has a face, their bodies are skin and bones.
They will ask you for food, they have no homes.
Many people see them, hoping they'll go away.
But the problem gets worse, day by day.

A slap in the face, a pull of the hair.
He makes me feel, like he don't even care.
My life is in danger, he says I will die.
He hurts me so much, I just want to cry.

A bruise on my face, and a broken nose.
I blame myself, for this life that I chose.
He says it's my fault, I deserve what I get.
He continues to beat me, because we're in debt.

When my bruises are seen, the stories I tell.
The stairs and the bath tub, is where I had fell.
I have seen the good, he never wants to show.
That is why, I must leave him and go.

I am scared to walk out, that door all alone.
But if I don't go, he will break another bone.
Never again, will I cry another tear.
Never again, will I live in any fear.

I wake up at night, with sweat on my face.
My heart is pounding, my pulse is a race.
I still have nightmares, but I know I am free.
When I look in the mirror, my happiness I see.

Whenever I choose to seek my soul, my friend I always find.
He does not boast, He does not brag, but says what all is kind.
We try real hard to be sensitive, but the words don't come out right.
We want it always to be good, but then we have to fight.

There's so much in the world my friend, I hope we find our way.
The tools we use are ours alone, for the words we wish to say.
Imagination can be found, under every rock and stone.
We write about our life, and the special times we've known.

Look deep within your heart, the magic you will see.
Take you hands and use them right, for your special ability.
We hope you understand, we hope you'll always try.
If you use your creativity, you can watch the sparrows fly.

They can lock you up inside a box, but still you can be free.
Follow your heart whichever way, as long as you can see.
There's more then one way to fly, there's more then one way to go.
If you use your imagination, the path you will always know.