Saw a little begger
Walking down the street
In a worn out coat with beat up sneakers on his feet
Watching all the cars honk and stare as he flees
Than sometimes I wonder how cruel the world can be
He's lying on a park bench
Cold and alone
Seeing the children who laugh and throw the stones
Haunting my memory with his face froze in terror
He's calling and calling
But nobodies there
Sheltered by agony and intertwined with all his lies
The sad old begger wears his disguise
