Let me Take you by the Hands...

Have you seen the old man
In the closed down market
Kicking up the papers,
with his worn out shoes?
In his eyes you see no pride
And held loosely AT his side
Yesterday's paper telling yesterday's news

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So how can you tell me you're lonely, and say for you that the sun don't shine, Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London I'll show you something to make you change your mind.

Have you seen the old girl Who walks the streets of London Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags She's no time for talking she just keeps right on walking Carrying her home in two carrier bags.

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In the all night cafe At a quarter past eleven, Same old man sitting there on his own Looking at the world Over the rim of his tea-cup, each tea lasts an hour, And he wanders home alone

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Have you seen the old man
Outside the Seamen's Mission
Memory fading with the medal ribbons that he wears
In our winter city
The rain cries a little pity
For one more forgotten hero
And a world that doesn't care

To All those people out there who think that they have it really, REALLY bad...

think about it.. you DONT.

I have known old men and women, who live by themselves in a small, dark and dinghy apartment, with no one to talk to except their own shadows.

I feel so, SO bad for these people, for I know what kind of lives they must once have had -

perhaps they had had a family, a wife, a husband - children, grandchildren... but somehow now, they are abandoned.

Let me take you by the hands and lead you down many roads. And maybe show you something that may make you change your minds...