Spare Change
On a working street of Keyes
People just come and go as they please
There a tired, bent woman is curled
And bent, waiting for some kindness in her broken world
For most of us it's just a way to get where we are going
But, for her, it's the only home she'll be knowing
Maybe for something in return, she'll sweetly call out greetings
But, all we care about is getting to our meetings
Please sir, a penny
I haven't got any
Please sir, a nickel
Oh, how you tickle
Please sir, a dime
I'll be committing a crime
Please sir, a quarter
I'd rather be put in mortar
These are some of the things that we say
If only we knew then how much regret will weigh
As the old woman finally falls out of hunger
All we could do was watch, not getting any younger
As we continue now, walking down the street only to estrange
Think of all the people dying because no one would spear some change
