We travle this world, into the looks of sorrow,
Everybody backs away, when we beg or borrow...
Some of you just, stand and shout,
being mad because, our hand is out...
We have no place to go,nor anyone to love,
Some faught for our rights, and God above...
Getting trampled by the feet,of those on the street,
with places to go, and people to meet...
No help from them,must be too busy for us,
while we live in boxes,or have to sleep on a bus...
We all pray for,money,health,or some broken parts,
we all lost our homes,families and some broken hearts...
Some say, we should be jailed or run out of town,
Some close their doors when we come around...
Some of us are families, with no place to go,
Others are veterans, trying to forget what they know...
Getting little help from the comunities free ride,
we're just looking for shelter with no place to hide...
There's no jobs for us,so we search all around,
You look down on us,You frown on us,
when we collect cans from the ground...
We run from earthquakes,flood and storm,
You sit in fancy offices and say"It's the Norm"
We see you every day,You turn and walk away...
If you don't get involved,And it's not your affair,
You're showing the rest of the world, you don't really care...
LonelySoul