Lyrics IndexLyrics IndexHomelessMusic by Dave OlsenWords by Louise McDiarmid|
The people of our streets could not lie down to sleep in what had been their home beneath the bridge. Their sin of homeless visibility revealed a social safety net unwound and full of holes. No politician's spin could hide the shame, no red-tape words could weave the fragile threads of damaged lives into a sight that warmed the soul. Commuters in their cars drive by stare with curiosity or look away. No politician's spin could hide the shame, no red-tape words could weave the fragile threads of damaged lives into a sight that warmed the soul. Nearby the bridge one night in spring a young man spread his sleeping bag beneath a mountain ash. Sometime in the darkness of the night and in the darkness of despair he climbed the budding tree. Next morning when the sun came up they saw him hanging there. Commuters in their cars drive by stare with curiosity or look away. No politician's spin could hide the shame, no red-tape words could weave the fragile threads of damaged lives into a sight that warmed the soul. |
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