Walk in my Shoes

I'm at the streetlight every day, From break of dawn to end of day. A cardboard sign saying, (A job, Some coins, food will be fine.) Thousands of people pass me by, So often I just want to cry. They sit in the car and look so far, You'd think that I looked bizarre. (A job, Some coins, food will be fine.) If only they could walk one day In my shoes, see through my eyes. (whooo...oooo...ooo...oooo...ooo) Feel the weight that I carry, Underneath these city skies. (whooo...oooo...ooo...oooo...ooo..ooo..oo..ooo) Occasionally a kind one holds out their hand, Giving a few coins or the occasional can. Sadly people are afraid, Their trust is gone, they look past me with scorn. (whooo...oooo...ooo...oooo...ooo..ooo..oo..ooo) If only they could understand, The struggles that I face each day. Maybe then they'd take a stand, And help me find a better way. If only they could walk one day In my shoes, see through my eyes. Feel the weight that I carry, Underneath these city skies. If only they could walk one day In my shoes, see through my eyes. Feel the weight that I carry, Underneath these city skies. (Chorus repeats with added harmonies) (If only they could walk... If only they could walk... In my shoes...)