They walk the cold wet streets at night,
With barely nothing on they're feet,
Not ashamed to search through rubbish bins,
Looking for scraps of food to eat.

They're human, just like the rest of us,
These people that we meet,
So, why instead of helping them,
Do we always cross the street?

They're pleas of help just gets ignored,
Or at least, pretended they weren't said,
But just think where they're gonna spend the night,
Whilst your tucked up in bed.

So the next time you see someone all alone,
Don't pretend that they're not there,
Spare as much or as little change and time that you can,
And show them you DO care.

Then when the time comes for you to head off home,
And you find yourself on your way,
Feel pleased you helped someone a little less off than yourself
Survive for at least...... Another day.