Walking down the street one day
With an apparent friend of a friend
Another chap came walking towards
A little further down round a bend
Oh the friend's friend said to me
I have to leave I can't stand this guy
What did he do to you I asked him then
Nothing, He lent me money a year gone by
Another time with a guy I'd walked with
From shopping back to where my own car
This guy then saw a man dressed in rags
God he said he'll in life not ever go far
I turned to him and asked him at the time
You have no idea what has made him so
Could be a return soldier or lost all he loved
Life may have served him a most woeful blow
People judge and pass opinions of other's
When they not the real story that's true
And if other's talk to you of another one
They'll talk to another one as well of you
Most of the time it's so far from truth
Or they have their own axe in life to bare
Often mostly executed by so many in life
Who their own skeletons they never share.