I watch you and try to understand who you are.
Your suit and briefcase.
Do you also have a beach home or a ski lodge?
You look at me and try to understand who I am
Do I have any home at all? I ask you to buy my paper.
Sometimes you do,
And I appreciate you. We all can find our dreams have Fallen
Our happy place is somehow
Stolen
For it doesn’t matter if you are
Rich or poor Black or white
At times, helping each other is
Just the thing
That’s right.
