Homeless
Many times I look around,and I see the sadness that is abound,
they push their carts with empty hearts
thier laughter is covered by tears.
Knowing how the world views them.
Judging them without a clue,
They are children of the Lost,
Without hope and with out fear,
they survive on instinct, and not emotions
For every night their life changes.
For a moment they become invisible.
to all the seeing eyes,
they cry in the desert where no one can hear.
under a cardboard box in the weeds, is what they call
home. a house that they only see.
Your hope for change is there destiny,
you see I have lived this life I am talking about,
I am somebodys Mother, Sister, grandmother or aunt,
And it starts from your heart,
they desire to part of.
LOVE UNCONDITIONAL IS WHAT THEY REQUIRE.
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