1 On the sidewalk, by the shop-front
I laid down my mat to sleep;
tears of sadness welled within me,
thoughts of all that might have been.
2 Lost within this hidden city
where the subway hums and groans,
left unnoticed and defenceless,
God forsaken and alone.
3 Can you sense my thrumming heart-beat,
can you feel a reason why
in your wealth you’re just as lonely,
waiting for your time to die?
4 Maybe I should look more clearly
through the eyes of given hope,
maybe you could stoop more lowly
that together we may cope.
Andrew E Pratt (born 1948)
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Tune: RECONCILLIATION (HOPSON)