| She may be over ninety, I am sure She still can walk, I am amazed a lot Except a walker frame for her support Her walker has a lot of stuff on it A bag full of torn, soiled dirty clothes A basket full of junk (for me and you) Feeble, frail but she was not on move I saw her at that place, await someone Supported by her walker frame to hold Her foot that often changed, are truly sore I can’t assume I bear that lengthy wait Awaiting someone whom she loves a lot She might be right to greet her love, her hope Indeed for someone who can lend her a hand A star who gets here might give her hope One thing I’m sure, she has no home of her own She has no one who cares around her own Oh Lord, you send her someone for tonight She needs your help and hand to live her own You send her someone to take her home tonight |
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