IF IT HAPPENED TO YOU

 
The cardboard box by the shop is a large clue 
Somebody's dwelling thank goodness it's not you 
How would you cope living on the street 
Tattered clothes on your back and no shoes on your feet 

I wonder would you beg, borrow and steal 
In the hope that you could eat any kind of meal
Day after day rejected by people passing by 
Trying to be brave I'm sure you would cry 

Offering advice is something I won't pass on and give 
Just be thankful for food and somewhere to live