POCKET CHANGE
Her hand reaches out
her despairs at its peak
Her stomach is empty
shes so very weak
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Her hand is shaking
the change falls away
As she picks them up
she hears someone say
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Its not our fault
we're not to blame
Look at her beg
Its really a shame
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Her husbands disabled
shes sick all the time
Her children are hungry
cant you please spare a dime
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Pocket change
thats all it takes
You'll never miss it
and what a difference it makes
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When you reach out to her
do it with heart
Reach deep in your pocket
and give her a new start
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ANGELLYNN
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