by Corey Holland

Created on: May 15, 2008

How often do you think of what you have done?

Do you think it affected someone?

Or do you think no one cares,
About what you do and if you're there.

I can tell you from my past,
If you live that way, you will not last.

In this world that's grown today,
You will always affect someone in someway.

So before you're curt, before you're hateful,
Wouldn't you want them to be grateful?

If they came to you in need,
Would you hearts grow cold with spite and greed?

I ask you this, you see it every day,
yet you do nothing about it anyway.

Instead you turn away and hide,
And hold all you emotions deep inside.

Why not help those in need?

Their asking for it can't you see?

Every little things you do can change,
Somebodies attitude, somebodies pain.

But still you hustle and walk by,
Trying to turn a blind eye.

Can't you see him on the street,
The ones who barely ever eat?

That man is you,
That man is me.

Our fates entwined in one destiny.

So help yourself,
by helping him,
'Cause he can remember when.

He left his home,
Filled with hope and joy.

His fires of hope were doused by pain,
And he felt left on his own.

Although he wasn't, there were many but few,
That left their homes, all the same.

They made the call.

They went to train,
With Uncle Sam and all the rest.

The finest group that ever came,
Impossible to sway or tame.

They were the best of the best,
Now discarded with the rest.

He sits in poverty, He sits in plight,
Remembering what it was like to sleep all night.

Tucked away somewhere warm,
Hidden away from the storms.

But that's the past and now he's home,
Stuck outside all alone.

He left his home for you and me,
To serve this grand ol'country.

Now he's home and has lost it all,
because he was ONE who answered the call............

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