There's People

There’s people living and dying on our streets
Seeking help and all they find is bitter defeat
There’s people on the corner selling their bodies just to make ends meet
Not knowing if they are meeting someone genuine or a complete creep
There’s people on the brinks of breaking down
They are trying they give everyone a smile, just to get in return a frown
There’s people trying to better themselves 
There’s children trying to survive their beatings from a leather belt
The pain I feel through everyone is a pain I’ve never felt
There’s people we ignore because we have it so much better
Yet we don’t stop to think what brought them into this cold weather
There’s people all around the world who need a helping hand
But the prices people want are too high in demand
There’s people who don’t know right from wrong
Because of their lack of love and appreciation, their lack of a mothers song
There’s people who search the streets for food and money
When all they’ve ever wanted was a partner and to be called honey
There’s people who would give the shirts off their backs
Knowing they have nothing else to offer on the other side of the tracks
These people are our people and we have to do more
We have to be the ones who help these people through a positive door
If we can’t help others, then who are we?
Everyone deserves the right to be happy and to live peacefully
So let these words open your eyes, and please start making a difference with me

Stephanie Davis
June 2021