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Down a dank and ***** street Where hopelessness and pain they meet There huddles a child so all alone Between the tears he calls it home Each day a fight Each dawn to night Just to stay alive A fight to find a scrap of bread A quite place to lay his head To dream of more does not come by Between the tears he stops to sigh Each day a fight Each dawn to night Just to stay alive To feed the soul is needed more ‘Tis that not what life is really for A crust of bread, a loaf so sweet Two arms that care, a smile to greet Each day a fight Each dawn to night One cares you stay alive Down a bright and lovely street Where wealth and riches brightly meet There huddles a child so all alone Between the tears he calls it home Each day a fight Each dawn to night Just to stay alive He wakes to find rich loaves of bread From the loveless place he lay his head To dream of more does not come by Between the tears he stops to sigh Each day a fight Each dawn to night Just to stay alive To feed the soul is needed more ‘Tis that not what life is really for A crust of bread, a loaf so sweet Two arms that care, a smile to greet Each day a fight Each dawn to night Someone cares you stay alive
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Aug 1, 2012
Aug 1, 2012 at 11:14 AM UTC
Dawn to Night
Down a dank and ***** street Where hopelessness and pain they meet There huddles a child so all alone Between the tears he calls it home Each day a fight Each dawn to night Just to stay alive A fight to find a scrap of bread A quite place to lay his head To dream of more does not come by Between the tears he stops to sigh Each day a fight Each dawn to night Just to stay alive To feed the soul is needed more ‘Tis that not what life is really for A crust of bread, a loaf so sweet Two arms that care, a smile to greet Each day a fight Each dawn to night One cares you stay alive Down a bright and lovely street Where wealth and riches brightly meet There huddles a child so all alone Between the tears he calls it home Each day a fight Each dawn to night Just to stay alive He wakes to find rich loaves of bread From the loveless place he lay his head To dream of more does not come by Between the tears he stops to sigh Each day a fight Each dawn to night Just to stay alive To feed the soul is needed more ‘Tis that not what life is really for A crust of bread, a loaf so sweet Two arms that care, a smile to greet Each day a fight Each dawn to night Someone cares you stay alive
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Aug 1, 2012
Aug 1, 2012 at 11:14 AM UTC
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