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It gets cold in the wintertime
And the handouts are few
Is the whole world so blind
To the plight of the few
It could be your neighbor
Who should be your friend
In the heart of the homeless
The heartaches don't end
And the heart of the homeless
Is the soul on the street
And the heart of the homeless
Is a sad place to be
In a land full of wheat fields
You wonder how this can be
Here in the wealthiest nation in all history
We're building our churches to god up above
In our race to be human
We forgot about love
