Newspapers on the streets
Newspapers at my feet
I've been sleeping on the streets
I’m freezing and I’m sick
I’m going crazy, can’t you see?
And all I need is for you to stop
Take a look, give me a hand
Take me home or to a place I can belong
Give me a life I can start from scratch
A house I can call a home,
A life of my own
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Angelica..
I really liked this write. It describes the feelings of poverty well, and the all important factor;That we are 'need to belong'
Thanks for sharing this.