If you saw me in the street with a bag between my feet…
Would you stop to say hi? Or just walk by?
And what if I didn’t look like you wanted me to?
Or if I couldn’t afford all the things that we do?
What if we made it up…
And then came back down...
Would you run away?
Or would you stick around?
What if we had to live.
In poverty...
Would you bail out?
Or would you follow me?
Would you double down
Or admit defeat…
If the world lashed out
And knocked us off our feet?
Would you pull me in?
Or kick me out…
If I exposed my soul
And let the real me out?
Because here I am,
Just one man…
And I don’t have it all
But together we can...