Homeless Boy

Saw a little begger
Walking down the street 
In a worn out coat with beat up sneakers on his feet 
Watching all the cars honk and stare as he flees 
Than sometimes I wonder how cruel the world can be 

He's lying on a park bench 
Cold and alone
Seeing the children who laugh and throw the stones 
Haunting my memory with his face froze in terror 
He's calling and calling 
But nobodies there 

Sheltered by agony and intertwined with all his lies 
The sad old begger wears his disguise