Three And A Half Letters

I'm 37 years old
 Married to my childhood sweetheart
 Two beautiful girls, two and a half and four
 Worked nine years at the plant where my father worked
 And his father before him
 I have a B.A. but laid off seven months ago
 It's been hard tough so many others
 But I still believe
 Can you help, brother?
 Can you help?
 I need a job
 I need a job
 I'm willing to work
 But I need a job
 I stand in the street
 With a sign in my hand
 But I need the work
 I need a job, yeah
 I just returned from Afghanistan
 Spent four years in the military service
 I'm 24, strong and I can't find work in my hometown
 I'm married with one beautiful son
 Seven months old today
 Never had a chance to buy a home
 Can't afford the apartment we've been living in
 Moving in with Debbie's parents, whose home is now in foreclosure
 Can you help?
 I need a job
 I need a job
 I'm willing to work
 But I need a job
 I stand in the street
 With a sign in my hand
 I'm willing to work
 But I need a job
 I'm sorry this letter is hand-written but I don't have a computer
 I don't have access to one
 I'm 51 years old
 I lost my wife to breast cancer three years ago
 Lost my job of 26 years one year later
 I'm homeless with no one to turn to
 I've been through a lot, brother
 I heard you like to help people
 Well, I need help
 I need a job
 I need a job
 I'm willing to work
 But I need a job
 I stand in the street
 With a sign in my hand
 I'm willing to work
 But I need a job
 Got nothin' left
 Lost it all
 Can I get back to zero
 Zero, zero, zero, zero, zero
 I need a job
 Yeah, I need a job
 I need a job
 And the last letter said:
 I'm nine years old and homeless.
 Fuck!