This morning I caught a glimpse of the man who died

Under the bridge last night

And there were no newspaper stories heralding his journey west

No there were no mourners



Won't somebody tell me what it takes

To be treated like a man

Won't somebody tell me what it takes

For some people to understand

That poverty is not a crime

No he wasn't just doing his time

He was just a man living under a bridge in my town



Maybe one day he was standing in the back of the line

when he finally realized

That the man on top of the world is growing fat

Standing on his back



Won't somebody tell me what it takes

To be treated like a man

Won't somebody tell me what it takes

For some people to understand

That poverty is not a crime

No he wasn't just doing his time

He was just a man living under a bridge in my town



I live off the kindness of others from time to time

Maybe I'm just lucky

Because in a world where so few have so much more than they need

So many will suffer



Won't somebody tell me what it takes

To be treated like a man

Won't somebody tell me what it takes

For some people to understand

That having more than what you need is not a right

It's a crime

He was just a man living under a bridge in your town

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