The homeless
Would you know what it feels like to steal and lie to give up your hope your faith and you pride.
To live in the streets with no place to hide the pain that I feel is killing me inside.
To know and to see that nobody cares about the way that I walk or the clothes that I wear.
And as I’m standing on this corner going through this trash can. I can hear the people say are you crazy old man.
Get yourself a job get the hell away go drop dead some place you bum but who are they to say we are not the same.
Oh yes we are the same like you I had it all and I was standing at the top of the world I show no love or compassion for theses who slipped and fell now I’m standing at the bottom of the well Lord forgive me Lord forgive me.
I’m ashamed embarrassed and I’m sorry and I know this wasn’t gods plan
I look down when people walk by me but there are times when I catch them at a glance.
Now let me me say. it’s not like I can go back to my family they gave up on me a long time ago I’m fragile and my health is failing but I got a few miles to go.
People tell me I should go in to a shelter but I’ve been down that road before once inside they will rob you and hurt you so why bother walking through those doors.
So please don’t pass judgment on me and no I’m not an alcoholic if you think that maybe I’m a junkie I can assure you I’m just a man who’s fallen.
You see people have there dreams and I have mines to have a piece of Americas pie.
To have a job and drive a car to have my wallet full of credit cards.
But then again just who am I
I gave up my hope my faith in my pride.
I pray for compassion and a place to hide I hope there’s a heaven if I should die.
The homeless
