She walks in, her eyes downcast.
She sits without sayin' a word.
She doesn't ask for much.
She doesn't ask for anythin' at all.
Her years worn in her hands
Her face tells her story.
Her face betrays her.
I wonder her story.
I wonder her life.
I wonder if I could have been her.
Time passes. Passes fast
I leave, life changed. fulfilled
I pause. So many lie on the streets of Dallas.
I pray. Prayers of thanks are all I have.
Kindness. Kindness, I give and kindness I leave with.
This weekend I spent some time at the Austin Street Shelter and thoroughly enjoyed myself.
Truthfully I always enjoy myself when I'm there.
It's amazin' how simple acts of kindness can brighten someone's day.
It's amazin' how the people of the shelter leave me with a piece of themselves each time I visit and give me more than I could ever give them.