“…then beggars would ride on clouds of white stallions with bright fiery eyes chasing stars into corners of yesterday’s skies. If wishes were horses, then beggars would ride…
“… off to a bright colored castle of dreams where folks are just people and things what they seem; where all play the game but the young always win and love to the loser for losing again.”
I thought the last verse of this song particularly provocative. Most of the homeless people I know would agree with a place “where folks are just people and things what they seem”. It is my humble observation and opinion that the greatest need we [homeless] in St. George, Utah have is of acceptance.
I cannot express what a culture shock coming to this place has been. It is appalling how people treat others here. We are all people, regardless of age, gender, race, color, or wealth or any other distinction of difference. We are all equal.
I wonder, how many of you would ride?