I saw a blind man walking
Trapped alone in the dark
I saw a blind man walking
Tapping with his cane
I saw a poor boy crying
Dressed in rags made of sack
I saw a poor boy crying
Rattling his can for coins
I saw a girl with no shoes
Crying for her cold wet feet
I saw a girl with no shoes
Slapping on the cold cold street
A fleeting glimpse
Of life’s frail lines
I saw a family shot to death
Bloody bodies in the road
I saw a family shot to death
By men who will soon die
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