All of my earthly possessions
Are contained here in this bag
The covering I have on me at night
Is a disused old piece of rag

The pigeons, they are friends of mine
I see them circling in the sky
They aren't so quick to judge me
Unlike the people passing by

My home may be under a bridge
Or I may be huddled under a tree
Oh, how all you businessmen in your fancy suits
Wish you didn't have to look at me

I can see the horror on your face
As you look at me with disgust
I bet you wish a strong wind would come
And blow me away like dust

But when all is said and done
We're of the same human race, you see
Just because you have more money
Doesn't mean you're better than me

A good heart, it has no price tag
It is worth much more than gold
It's value is certainly priceless
It is something that can never be sold

So put yourself in my shoes
And walk around for a day
And please always remember
I never wanted it this way