Shoes from Delineations by Sirens and Prophets

See them on the streets, or by the underpass,
They quicky pitch their tents, ‘cause nothing ever lasts.
Imagine what it must be like, as you tuck yourself safe in bed,
They probably did it to themselves, that’s what makes sense in your head.
Circumstance is prone to change, and sometimes there is no choice,
It’s probably clear in retrospect, but now they have no voice,
Do you look away as you drive by do you tell yourself it’s such a shame,
Don’t you wonder who these people are, have you ever asked their names?

Don’t think somehow that they chose this,
Don’t think that’s what they deserve.

Sometimes we’re lucky, sometimes we lose,
You can’t understand, ‘til you’ve walked in their shoes.

Have you helped a friend out? Have you ever been in need?
If you don’t know a victim, do you sit and let them bleed?
Maybe we should try not to judge, and maybe just reach out a hand,
Listen to the heart inside and try to understand.

Don’t think somehow that they chose this,
Don’t think that’s what they deserve.

Sometimes we’re lucky, sometimes we lose,
You can’t understand, ‘til you’ve walked in their shoes.

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