Another Mans Hell
Tonight while I was walkingI passed a house where I once dwelled
and outside of my precious place,
to another man, it was Hell.
He sat with his hands warming
by a fire he had made
praying to the Lord above
for better , brighter days.
I couldn't help but wonder
which road in life he took
and as I passed, I couldn't help
but to take another look.
When I got home I realized
how selfish I had been.
I never knew how much I had
until tonight when I saw him.
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