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How can words be so casual

Spoken with such an ease

That something may not lie lost between the ink stains

Spoken without having to search for a deeper meaning

Spoken as if there’s nothing left to believe in

Well, I don’t buy that at all



There’s a man on the corner

Unshaven and bloodshot eyes

Who’s pride died long ago

And now he’s down to just cardboard sign

But their down-turned eyes fixate on the road ahead

And he’s left in the fuel and smoke thinking...



All I’ve got is this coat and this book

And somewhere in between the black and white is red

Where You said that faith would be enough

So I’m counting on that to be true



How can You bless these people

Who are dressed in suits but so unable to see

That all they are being made into are fools of their money

Why wasn’t I born to be so lucky



All I’ve got is this coat and this book

And somewhere in between the black and white is red

Where You said that faith would be enough

So I’m counting on that to be true



A coat, a book, and a cardboard sign

Saying, "God Bless the eyes that read this."



There’s a man on the corner

Unshaven and bloodshot eyes