Fairy Tales
You see them out there on the street Huddled in their dirty blankets You turn your head and go about your day But they're still there Living out their cold existence Seeking someone's kind assistance Was what got them to this place much more than chance? Was it choices or bad luck that brought this circumstance? And who are we to judge as if we know? And it's easier to turn your eyes away Than to figure out just how it got this way Do you ever stop to think it could be you? In a life where Fairy-Tales never come true They're underneath the highway bridge Sheltered in their cardboard homes The Pastor stops each day to wake them But some of them have passed and gone Was what got them to this place much more than chance? Was it choices or bad luck that brought this circumstance? And who are we to judge as if we know? And it's easier to turn you eyes away Than to figure out just how it got this way Do you ever stop to think it could be you? In a life where Fairy-Tales never come true
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