Soldiers of the poverty line
Hold strong soldiers, hold strong, we are the soldiers of the poverty line.
While  few and far have broken free, to find warmth in four walls.
Bags upon bags of possessions weight our backs down. Bags of memories, and our identify growing around us like roots, holding strong to the concrete streets, memories, that talk back in the mind of happier days gone by.

Yes, we are the soldiers of the poverty line…...
Hold on soldiers, hold on .....reinforcements are coming.

From government and politics, only God has seen the coming of the poor. We are a nation on our own…...
Day after day, turn into weeks, walking around downtown.
In and out of social service buildings, trying to explain, how we got into this situation and that situation, wondering, praying, and crying, to get out of a situation.

Pushing and pulling to get to a better situation, case workers nodding their heads, while handing you a referral to some other places to try, rather than be bothered themselves.

Hold that line….. Reinforcements are coming…..
Our fearless leader say so…
Yes, soldiers, I know, the soles of your shoes are worn thin.go on soldiers, go forward.

Yes, soldiers, I know, you’d rather drink the water than bath in it.go on soldiers, go forward.
Yes, soldiers, I know, you are hungry and the good Lord knows you are tired .go on soldiers, go forward.
Yes soldiers, I heard the nasty comments they say to you, than shouldn't be said to any human beings.

Go on soldiers, go forward
Hold that line …..Hold that line....
Don't you fall to death sweet peaceful call….
Remember ,we are the soldiers of the poverty line....