Have You Seen This Man

See that man there on the corner

He can call his life his own

Dressed in rags and eyes so empty

He's like a statue made of stone.

Yet he chose this way of living

Another life that God had planned

And each day he's sinking lower

With that bottle in his hand.

Do you ever stop to wonder

Have you really seen this man

Or do you see just another bum

With a bottle in his hand?

Yes, he sleeps in dingy alleys

But great love this man has known

And each time our baby calls for him

It cuts me to the bone.

He was once so proud and worthy

Of a love at his command

But he lost it all forever

For that bottle in his hand.

If you ask me, yes, I love him

But I just can't understand

But you help me find the answer

To that bottle in his hands...