On The Street

How do I survive

Life is eating me alive

I don't even have a dive

I have a tent it was the last of my money

And that's how it was spent

Unable to pay the rent so my children and I were sent

Out in to the street no transportation but our feet

No time to be discreet its cold outside and we need some heat

A piece of bread some canned meat and dinner is complete

And then my babies cry themselves to sleep

I sit and weep and watch the moon creep across the night sky

While I pray for the strength to try

I bow my head and raise my hands up high

I talk to god and ask him why my children have to suffer

Does life get any rougher

I don't know if I can be any tougher

I just wish I had that buffer of a home

So my babies and me will never have to roam

Through these streets all alone wasting away down to our skin and bone

Having society look at us like we just crawled out from under a stone

Don't they realize the only difference between us is

They have a home