G- Street Corner

Look at him
Sitting on the step
Sitting where he laid the night before

It was cold last night
Bitter winds blew
Down onto him
Where he lay

He's just sitting
On the street corner
Look at him sitting
Wrapped up in his blanket
Alone-

Cos he's alone
Nobody touches him
Brushes him
Nears him

Cos he's different
Left alone
Glared at
Hated
Wronged

And because of the fact that somebody wronged him
He is thought to be wrong
And because of this
People hate him

Their hatred is misdirected though
But their ignorance
Won't let them see
Him
The real him