See the children with the broken wings on their backs

Wounded angels can't fly

Sleep in alleys, using gutters as your pillows

Can't see God when they look in your eyes

Why



See the people in the church that still pretend to care

But they turn you away

They say that you can't be saved, they discriminate

Tip your hat and you're never going back

Home street home, is where the heart is



See the sign on the streets that say Jesus saves

But you're wondering who

They say that you can't be saved, they discriminate

Tip your hat and you're never going back

Home street home, is where the heart is