When you see a beggar on the pavement, huddled over and dressed in old rags
Do you think there’s another loser who wastes his money on cheap cider and fags?
You only had time for one quick glance, as you walked on quickly by
What you failed to see in that unwashed face was the far away look in his eye

The soldier who became the beggar was once so proud and stood tall
So what happened to him you may wonder, what caused him to lose it all
That look in his eyes is not caused by the drink, but from seeing his comrades die
So next time you see him sat there, don’t be so quick to walk on by