The man plays the piano, a box of coins and dollars
You stop and receive a story of what he wants to share
Stop and listen, give a little of understanding
Shared humanity, he has run out of songs
But not of words for someone who listens 
Not for those who rudely stare wondering where
His leg was lost, for those who listen, who see
Beyond the obvious, and know they are seeing a brother
Instead of a stranger, there is a gift and you
Don't fully realize what it was til later sitting 
In your room, the depth of understanding grace