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Homeless
Morning dew settles upon my face,
I’ve lived a life I wish I could erase,
I lie on my park bench, cold and hard,
Wishing life had dealt me a different card,
All I have are my memories to keep me sane
I hope in the next life, I don’t go through this again,
Living my life through thrown change,
And having my target just out of range,
The target of which I speak,
Is living a life, not so bleak,
Lonely and desperate I lie alone,
No wife to speak of, no house no phone,
All I can think of is why? why? why?
Why won’t God just save me?
And take my soul to the sky?
