He hangs his pride beneath the sign
He holds. He has no home
His legs were shattered in the war
He looks into the cars that line up
At the corner where he lives
And they drive away
He's hungry and he's cold
He's lost the feeling in his toes
He hasn't bathed in weeks
The clothes he wears are thin and weak
He found them lying in the street
And his cough has gotten worse
Before the war, he had a wife
And son, a life career
And things were looking up
But now the fighting's done
He lost his job and has no home
This was what he fought for
And now he spends his time
Asking strangers for their dimes
He wishes he could die
So he'll not have to look you in the eye
Another worthless tramp
Get off my street - you can't have my dime
Why should I give a damn?
Go get a job - I'm doing fine!
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