Poverty. (More of a Spoken Word/Rap)

Walking down the street and turn a blind eye;
Ignore the single mother as she cries,
Her daughter's belly is swollen 'cause she can't eat,
Look down and see there's nothing on her cold feet.

You see a man whip a woman across her face,
She stares down at the ground - She's lost without a trace;
Her clothes are worn and torn so you see the dark bruises,
And the infected holes from where she still uses.

In the middle of the street there is a lost man.
His wife at his side doing all that she can
To keep him from losing his feeble mind,
Hoping all the while for his dream that they'll find.

All around you all you see is pain and despair;
Regrets and death is smothering the air.
But despite all the fear, the lost, and the gone,
You see that young woman? She just wants her mom.

The young man who hit his love didn't mean to,
He's just so far gone that he doesn't know what else to do,
But that little girl can feel his hand upon her cheek,
And she hopes one day she can stand tall and not feel meek.

That lost man has determination within his eyes,
Something old, something new, something so wise.
You see he's spent his whole life just searching for his dream,
That one day you'll look at him and see a human being.