Do you have a quarter? Can I have a dime?
To buy your attention, or a second of your time?
I'm hungry to be heard, to be cared for, to be loved,
In my questions do you hear me? Truly hear me, truly here.

My son is hanging out at home, he's waiting to be fed.
Somehow he's always lacking; waiting, longing to be led.
He doesn't look me in the eye, he looks upon the ground,
Finding quarters for the laundry, searching not to be despaired.

Can you buy a pop or soda - to color up my life?
A string of change to hold on to when I'm demoralized?
Can you see beneath my filth? Can you hear the words within -
I am worthy, I'm beloved, I'm enough for you to love.