Out in the Cold
I see the world change day by day,
so many homeless by the way.
Out in the cold, no shelter for them.
I often wonder what happened to them.
You see them walk the streets at night,
wondering where they lay their heads tonight.
Some with family and friends, you see-
we never know were we could be.
Maybe like the homeless man, you see,
looking for warmth and comfort, you see.
Some with families and children, too,
for they don't know what to do.
For the child who cries at night,
cold and hungry beneath the moonlight
on the streets and alley ways,
they pray for hope along the way.
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