Down by the railroad tracks
You see them coming with packs on their backs
Some limping, some pimping
Some begging for a dollar or a bottle
You see them standing around the fire
With cold hands and cold feet
While stale air come from tunnels
Under dusty streets
When you hear the midnight train
You see them scrambling for their lives
And you shudder to think
How one can survive
Once aboard the midnight train
They go off to no man's land
They taste freedom for awhile
And start the cycle all over again
Night moods are not so smooth
But most common anywhere
Show a little love and compassion
Let someone know you care.
ML Hudson