When We Cross Paths

When you see me
standing in the cold
with my clothes tattered,
dirty and looking old

Don’t pass me by

When you see me
walking down the street
no where to go
in the summer’s heat

Don’t pass me by

When you see me
with nothing to eat
and struggling to walk
blisters on my feet

Don’t pass me by

When you see me
lay down my head
on my clothes bag
wishing for a bed

Don’t pass me by

When you see me
out there all alone
searching for some help
left on my own

Don’t pass me by

When you see me
Will you stop and say
“I’m here to help?”
Or will you turn away
and pass me by?