The man on the corner without anywhere to turn
He could only go east nowhere
West nowhere
North nowhere
South nowhere

He was without a home
Without family who really cared
He was all alone on his new journey

The streets was his best new friend
His food came from the fines trashcans
His clothes came whenever he could find someone who would give him
a change of clothes
Nothing really mattered to him anymore
His hair was matted to his head like a finely weaved Persian rug made of the fines
Wools
His body had become rough and thin from the feeling of not knowing when or where his next meal was coming from
Not to mention, water never touching his tired body needing to be clean
People looked down on his journey of just a blink of the eyes

This was a once so good family man, awaking to a dead end street
Loss of his job one day
Day two wife gone with the neighbor next door
Day three all hell broke lose
Things happened so fast
I saw my bed being moved from under my head
The bank came to my house personally and removed me form my home
Saying the mortgage was pass due three months
How could this all be happening
Where did this leave my children that I worked so hard to give them
everything I never had
Not to mention my wife would not let me see them again

He knows that he was running against the tides, thinking people would understand and help him
He was not on drugs
And he did not indulge in alcohol at all
He was a God fearing man
Wondering how this happen so suddenly

I looked at the world with my third eye now
Reflections of the long lines with hands stretch out long and wide
When I had it all to give like an angel from heaven
And I look around now
Who do I see on my new journey?

The man in the mirror on the corner without anywhere to turn
He could only go
East nowhere
West nowhere
North nowhere
South nowhere

He was alone without family or friends
On his journey alone

An angel arrived at his front door on his cardboard box house
With the keys to his house and his children, his wife, his family and friends were all back in place.

As his eyes opened up, his was in his bedroom
He looked in the mirror and said that was some dream
Speaking out loud
A second chance was granted me to do life differently
I will give freely,
I will be true to those close to me
I be kind in all my words
I will give my family the love they deserve and not just the money I earn
I will treat every person I come in contact with, as I want to be treated
Because life can change at the blink of an eye

Don’t be afraid to give freely to that man or woman on the street
We are not the judges
Nor are we any different
Don’t give with plans of receiving blessings for your kind deeds
Give freely and receive your blessings of long life

You could be that next man or woman on the streets
With nowhere to turn

It on takes one chance to change our ways
Second Chances are not always given

I grant you now with the blessing of changing yourself to help change the world.

This was a dream for that man in the mirror but dreams are only reality waiting to happen.
To day is the day to do something and leave your mark on the world
To leave your deed in someone’s mind
Because life can change at the blink of an eye
Don’t be afraid to give freely to that man or woman on the street
We are not the judges
Nor are we any different
Don’t give with plans of receiving blessings for your kind deeds
Give freely and receive your blessings of long life