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Click hereShe once was a mother, had a family of her own
But they left her with nothing, sad and alone
He once was a carpenter, strong, brave and true
Now he's begging for money for a sandwich or two
They're my brothers and my sisters
That live on the street
My brothers and my sisters
These ones that I meet
They're living in boxes
And eat what you don't
Cause nobody loves them
And nobody won't
Why are they like this with no where else to turn
When the fire inside them is still willing to burn
Can't you see they're people -- just like you and me
But there is one difference -- they're prisoners and we're free
They're my brothers and my sisters
That live on the street
My brothers and my sisters
These ones that I meet
They're living in boxes
And eat what you don't
Cause nobody loves them
And nobody won't
The next time you're traveling down along the street
And my brothers and my sisters you happen to meet
Tell them you'll remember, tell them that you care
Tell them that you love them and that you'll always be there
They're your brothers and your sisters
That live on the street
Your brothers and your sisters
These ones that you meet
They're living in boxes
And eat what you don't
Cause nobody loves them
And nobody won't
Oh they're my brothers and my sisters
That live on the street
My brothers and my sisters
These ones that I meet
They're living in boxes
And eat what you don't
Cause nobody loves them
And nobody won't
Cause nobody loves them
And nobody won't