SPARE A DIME

The cold air hurts, maybe more than his stomach,
As he remembers when he could have lived a dream

But he knows the dream is just a dream; nothing
More than a fading memory

Could you spare a dime? Maybe two? He can take
Away the pain
Just a dime; no more; maybe help a fellow out?

He has nothing more than what is on his back and
What travels through his mind, day in and day
Out

Can he live that dream? Do you think? Maybe not;
Maybe so? Could you spare a dime? Maybe two?
Maybe help a fellow out?

Most just walk away, ignoring his dream, they
Don't know; they just live their own dreams;
Day by day

How about that dime? Maybe two? He knows he could
Love that dream; he could live that dream, just
Like you