When I was little my dad saw someone on the street
She was dressed in rags
We drove by and a little later we came by again
She was still there
My dad stopped to give her money
But noticed the blemishes on her face
he decided not to because he knew
This person may not have done this to herself
She may have never wanted to live on the streets or do drugs
She probably had dreams that she would someday live like a princess , she have a prince and a family
She could have been the one to find a cure to cancer
But instead she chose to find a way out of her life with drugs just like so many others
That day I relized i would be differnt from the rest
I will someday be someone I can be someone
I am the one wth the choice
