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Have you ever tried to live by the skin you teeth?

Have you ever cried, cold and alone out on the streets?

Have you ever watched you life go to the dumps?

Have you stole food from you friends, just to live?

It's one couch after the next, and it's one day on the streets;

Trying to keep your head held high, while being beat down by your needs.

Now it's one more waisted day, trying to find a place called home,

Because you're searching for that reason,

Why you're alone.

Have you ever gave any money to a dirty bum?

Have you ever thought, about why he might be in the slums?\I know that I have gained respect for those on the road;

So let the Mercy reign, because we al need a place that's warm.

I never deserved this;

I would never lie;

I cry for family, even though they've my life.

I pray to God each day, to give me the strength to carry on.

I think I've made it very clear now,

That with out help,

I will die.