I stand upon this corner with children at my side,
The people passing by me must think I have no pride.
Most people walk right by us and never say a word
But some will speak below their breath,
The terrible things we’ve heard.

They think we can’t be trusted and some they just don’t care,
They turn their heads and walk on by and dodge our hungry stare.
My children do not understand why life’s so really bad,
I tell them that it’s not their fault, it’s my fault that they’re sad.

Each day we search for shelter, most places have no room,
I cannot help but wonder, will nightfall bring us doom?
Most nights we all go hungry and in the woods we stay,
We dream about the good things that could come to us next day.

No matter what the circumstance, no matter where we go,
I’ll have my children by my side because I love them so!
The next time that you see us on the corner once again,
Please help us with a hand out and God bless you my dear friend!

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