
THE STREETS THE HOMELESS
THE STREETS ARE VERY TOUGH
THOSE UPON THEM NOT HAVING ENOUGH
BEING OUT THERE ALL ALONE
AS THE PITS OF THEIR STOMACHS GROWL AND GROAN
OUT THERE WITHOUT A PLACE TO CALL HOME
IN THEIR HEARTS NO SHOLOM
WITHIN THE DAY IS THE FIERCE HEAT
CAUSING MORE AND MORE DEFEAT
DARKNESS & WICKED DEEDS DONE UNTO THEM WITHIN THE NIGHT
GIVING EACH OF THEIR HEARTS THE MEMORY OF FRIGHT
WITH NO PLACE TO BECOME CLEAN OR SHOWER
AS THE SMELL OF THEMSELVES SICKENS THEM BY THE HOUR
ONLY WANTING A LITTLE HELP
BUT ONLY LEFT WITH TEARS AND UPON THEIR FEET WELPS
AS THEIR SANITY STARTS TO FADE
DAY BY DAY THEY BECOME MORE AFRAID
IN DESPARATION THEY BEGIN TO PRAY
OH GOD PLEASE PLEASE JUST TAKE ME AWAY
MORE AND MORE BECOME THE THOUGHTS OF NOT WANTING LIVE
WANDERING WHY ANYONE WASNT WILLING TO GIVE
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