I am the Homeless Child

© Chenoa ©
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No one cares
No one notices
That I am all alone
No shoulder to lean on
No one to lift my spirits
No one to express my feelings to
No place to call my own
I am the homeless child
Roaming the streets at night
Growing old without love
God its hard to explain
I wonder if its really worth the fight
To stay alive in this cold cruel world
I am the homeless child
Sleeping on the streets at night
Searching the bins for something to eat
My pride not allowing myself to beg
Preferring to go without instead
My helplessness driving me insane
But surviving none the less
Wishing I could give up
No one would miss me if I did

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