I walk the streets of hollowed out dreams
Down the alleys of pain and life spent
Through the paths worn by the soles of the masses
Yet I can't feel the air nor the lament
Broken ones have lain here before me
In houses made of stale cast offs and tattered twines
No hope abounds here for the flesh
As is written in all these wrinkled lines
Oh yes, they pretend to look but do not see
Those lives passed on in all these places
For their eyes will not focus
On the misery etched upon these faces.
Please forgive them for their blindness
For them there is no pain
To see what is before you
Could make you insane
Their golden tresses and lockets
Sheild their lives from what is real
It's just a broken old soul on the street
Whom they care not to deal
Just walk on by with haste
And look the other way
With no worth here to see
So, you won't soon fall prey
The pain of the sight you pass
Has no fault in you
So, write it off as their misery
Nothing we can do
One day as you go on by
The beggar is gone to a better place
His street home is no more
He's left the human race
Not a tear is shed in his name
Nor a funeral to attend
Only and empty sidewalk spot
And a spirit to begin
Look to the sky up above
Say a little prayer for the soul
This is the Beggars lament
I hope he sees the rainbow