Money

I check my bank account, nothing is there, 
People ask me what I'll do for a job,
But in response I say, "I do not care," 
Early that morn' I had begun to sob.  

The city's homeless live without clean clothes, 
Walking with bloody feet, they have no shoes, 
Their lives have gone downhill, they all have woes, 
They tell me they have nothing more to lose.  

When I see this I start to die inside, 
I must do something for these families, 
When I see this I lay my life aside, 
So many come up to me, say, "Oh please!"

All these people, they are so very weak, 
I only wish to give them strength to speak.