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I can hardly remember the life I've never had.
Cold streets, cold stares.
I'm barely there,
And thought it's so very sad,
This is the life I've known as long as I can recall.
I'm all alone
Without a home.
Should I be here at all.
Cruel faces every day, scowling as they walk by.
Perhaps they'll smile once in a while, as I stand here and cry.
I don't ask for handouts. I ask for people's prayers -
For themselves,
And to end my hell,
So it will never be theirs.
Winter winds rush by. I'm frozen to the core.
My clothes are sopping wet,
And I could never get
On the inside of the door.
My life is a silent picture show; a child: seen, not heard.
My world is black and white, an eternal night, miserable beyond all words.
Digging through the trash for a meal simply doesn't fly,
So don't you laugh
As you cross my path
Or kick me as you walk by.
Don't you think I have feelings, and don't you think that I care?
Just because you don't
Doesn't mean someone else won't.
Someone has to see me there.
I didn't ask for all of this, and maybe you will see -
If you were here, crying my tears, you'd have more sympathy.
If you could hardly remember the life you'd never had:
Cold streets, cold stares,
Barely being there,
It's so, so, so, so sad.
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