Wanderer


I wander the streets
No place I will find to sleep
I wander the streets
With absolutely no food to eat.
I wander the streets
With the fears I will get beat
By the others who also wander the streets.
I wander day and night
Only to find I'm forced to fight
Against the cold
Is the story untold.
I trust nobody
For fear by morning I will die.
I wander the streets alone
Feeling abandoned
And left with nothing more than my tears to cry.

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