Newspaper blanket,
On a cold stoney floor,
No one knows he's there,
Until the days he's there no more.
Holding tight to his bottle,
That freed him from his past,
He's living for today,
But alone, he's dying fast.
Children run away from him,
People just walk by,
They forget he's human,
But he knows how to cry.
So the next time that you see him,
Remember what to do,
Smile at him,
Don't be so proud,
One day,
that could be you.
