Wake up with the sunlight on my face
Fell asleep without a hope, without a grace
Cold nights, thoughtless and bare
No love in the alley ways
When your only company
Is a street rat
That simpers his way by
Last lunch , was from the trash
I'm not looking for pity
Not looking for another's tears
Just looking for a place to rest my head
From these troubled days
Never begged a day in my life
Wouldn't start today
Won't look for a place to die
Searching for a place to lay
I'm a survivor
I won't give up
I'm a soldier
I'll fight on
Oct 21, 2012
Oct 21, 2012 at 11:10 PM UTC
Wake up with the sunlight on my face
Fell asleep without a hope, without a grace
Cold nights, thoughtless and bare
No love in the alley ways
When your only company
Is a street rat
That simpers his way by
Last lunch , was from the trash
I'm not looking for pity
Not looking for another's tears
Just looking for a place to rest my head
From these troubled days
Never begged a day in my life
Wouldn't start today
Won't look for a place to die
Searching for a place to lay
I'm a survivor
I won't give up
I'm a soldier
I'll fight on
I'm not homeless, thankfully, but I care for the people that are. A lot of people forget that homeless people are PEOPLE to, so I wrote this poem for anyone whose been down that road
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