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Me on the Street
The rain wouldn't stop pouring down on me.
leaving me completely drenched.
I kept thinking if this would ever end.
I am a little homeless boy who wanders the street and sleeps where the night meets me.
From my alms begging, I get my daily bread.
Even if the street and the cold out there, has become my acquaintance, I still wished for the warmth and comfort of a house. As the rain pours heavily now, I look up to heaven, and wonder if God ever knows my name, then he should know I've got no one to care.
And is just me on the street.
With no roof on my head
© Chrisbam K
leaving me completely drenched.
I kept thinking if this would ever end.
I am a little homeless boy who wanders the street and sleeps where the night meets me.
From my alms begging, I get my daily bread.
Even if the street and the cold out there, has become my acquaintance, I still wished for the warmth and comfort of a house. As the rain pours heavily now, I look up to heaven, and wonder if God ever knows my name, then he should know I've got no one to care.
And is just me on the street.
With no roof on my head
© Chrisbam K
