Hands that Smiled

I was in school, I used to see him

He would hold out his hands and ask me

I wouldn't have no penny to give him

I'd swear so he would beleive me

I didn't know he was poor

Little did I know he was suffering

When people like me had houses to live in

I use to wonder where he'd be living

Years passed by and he was still there

I could see that he's been trying

To get a life, so he wouldn't dare

To lose the one that he's having

I walked up to him and gently smiled

He said " it's pretty, don't lose it"

Even today when I think of him

His presence I can feel it

When someone so poor loves himself

Why on earth are people dying?

Learn to live through the troubles instead

You will come out of it, still flying.