I took my children into town to slide the hill in snow
      We saw some homeless people by a fire down below
       Parents tried to make them move,  I said, downhill let’s go
        I said you have no right to judge, these people you don’t know

      A homeless little boy said, yes, we're living in our car 
 We sure could use some friends who just like us for who we are
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     Years later, I was picking up my grandson from his school
     I saw some teens who were about to break the golden rule
     My grandson pushed a wheel chair with a crippled girl inside
   The teen boys started teasing her, the little girl then cried

      My grandson said, you’re cruel, you think it’s easy in this chair
       Mean bullies just like you, should have to spend some time in there
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      We went to the care center, to say goodbye to mom that day
     At 58, so frail and weak, her skin and hair were gray
    They put her in a chair, and heard some punks walk by and say
 So look at that old lady, looks like she’s wasting away

    My grandma’s dying of cancer, and she was so beautiful
    My son said, she can hear you, she is not delusional
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      Why do people look at things and judge from what they think
  No caring or compassion and their sense of values sink
    They might be homeless, crippled, sick or having a bad day
 But you could make a difference; offer help in some small way

   So when you see one needy, do not give them a cold shoulder
Learn the beauty in their story; as eye of the beholder