On the streets of anywhere lives a man.
The same man.
Homeless and alone in the world.
The tears that fill his eyes go by
silent, and unnoticed.
Tears that cry out for a simple glimpse of the
certainty that he's a brother to us all.
That he belongs.
But you & I dare not look.
Lest we catch such a glimpse.
A glimpse that might show us the
frailty of our own humanity.
A glimpse that might admit that we are, and
always have been, more than brothers.
Thanks to Nic Askew of Soul Biographies...
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