In the cold, in the rain, hail and snow,
I have nowhere else to go.
Sitting there lonely as can be,
When they walk past they don’t see me.
A sleeping bag and a small amount of money,
When they see me they think its funny.
“That one from our school, it can’t be her,
she would never do a sin.”
I have to face it, it is true,
I deserve it – that thought not new,
What I have become today,
Was not what I wanted to be anyway.
So here I am on the road,
Hoping people know the homeless code
I so badly want to get out of this,
But my childhood dreams I will have to miss.
I liveoutside a shop,
Where people don’t stop.
All I ask is for a decent drink and me,
But to the people out there I ask...
How do we feel?