Don't Judge What You Don't Know
We tend to look upon some people
And think, oh how sad
They brought this on themselves though
They let things get that bad
But was it really all their fault?
Or was it just the hands of fate?
Was there something they could have done?
Or was it always just too late?
How awful to see the poor man down
To see that girl on the street
No one to tell him it'll be ok
Or to rub her bleeding feet
He tried his best to hold a job
But his mind rotted away
She wanted so bad to finish school
But there were bills she had to pay
So while you hold your nose up high
At those battered and bruised
Take a moment to consider
They didn't get to choose