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Black dress lady
I see her everyday
The ragged black dress
Tells me it's her
Alone she sits
All her worldly
Possessions by her side
The overpass
Is her roof
Keeping out the rain
The look of despair
And desperation
Are etched on her face
Is she known
Does she have identity
Among the homeless community?
I want to help her
Let her know I care
Give a simple act of kindness
Days turn into weeks
Weeks to years
Still i see her there
Someday I want to stop
Ask her name
Just sit and pray
But I have to be careful
Where my feet will take me
In this city of hopelessness
The ragged black dress
Tells me it's her
Alone she sits
All her worldly
Possessions by her side
The overpass
Is her roof
Keeping out the rain
The look of despair
And desperation
Are etched on her face
Is she known
Does she have identity
Among the homeless community?
I want to help her
Let her know I care
Give a simple act of kindness
Days turn into weeks
Weeks to years
Still i see her there
Someday I want to stop
Ask her name
Just sit and pray
But I have to be careful
Where my feet will take me
In this city of hopelessness
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