| Every Heart Has A Story I drive by them and pretend not to see, As they stand shivering in the cold, All alone in a cruel, cruel, world; No shepherd to gather them in his fold. I don't have money and I don't have time. So, I turn my head the other way, Hoping to block out all the guilt Because I really don't know what to say. How do you tell them you're sorry For the road their life has taken, When you do nothing but wonder why They no longer bring home the bacon? But, my friend, every heart has a story. Though sad, they never end the same. Life has dealt them a bad hand And taken everything but their name. Please don't judge them so harshly. For, every heart has a story of it's own And we know it's by the grace of God We are not walking this earth alone. © 2002 by Claytia Doran bbabe@cox-internet.com |
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