The Little Things Can Go a Long Way
A woman’s house gone and away
On the streets is where she lays
She lays down, looking so frail
Doesn’t look like she’ll ever prevail
No money, no family, nowhere to go
Oh, it just hurts, it hurts my soul
I feel the need to ease her of pain,
No one should have to live in the rain
I think of ways to help her out, so she no longer has to mope
Some money is what I give her, to show her a little sense of hope
She then says to me thank you, kind sir
All I could think was may God bless her
In later years we met again
Now I can say I achieved a new friend
From the money I gave her, she turned her life around
Now she no longer sleeps on the ground
– Justus Wilhoit