Just across from where oak meets 5th street
a women sits with her child her hands under his feet
looking up the passerbyes
but they wont even look her in the eyes
the people slowly fade into the night
while she tells the child that everything will be alright
But even in his young life he will know
that he can’t afford to let that show
I live not far from where oak meets 5th street
I have seen the women struggle to find food to eat
I have seen people walk right by
Not ever willing to try
How do they ignore the child with the sad smile