A blind man by a city street
sells pencils in the sun
Can't you people look around
And see what must be done
Some will spend their lives in pain
Some will simply play
Boys grow with guns and knives
Some will lose their way
We're all we've got
Come on now
We all need each other
We're all we've got
So we got to get together
And help one another
People broken on the streets
This garbage and decay
A baby born without its father
Lives from day to day
Black boys play on shattered glass
They have no place to go
If we can't change this world right now
They'll have no place to grow
The world grows smaller every minute
There's less and less to share
By the look on people's faces
They don't seem to care
A million empty hands reach out
For just one crust of bread
Why can't we reach back to them
It could be us instead
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