It's not easy holding up this cup
Looking for a break
The way you look at me
Causes me to hide my face
I had dreams
More than you could imagine
Now I'm lucky to make it in time
For shelter before the coldest
Hours of the night
Praying the sun will keep me warm
As my feet scream for me to
Take a break
I had a family, a life, an identity
I wasn't so fortunate when
The wrath of those waves
Poured in
To be forgotten and never
Searched for pains my pride
I gave in, thinking my dreams
Are just that now....dreams
Reality is these lonely
But loud streets
"Go get a job!"
As you spit on my embarrassment
Never to be thought of again
As the light turns green
And you drive away
But me...I'll be here
Fighting for turf that
Belongs to no one
If only I can just
Make it to shelter
Before those coldest hours