The Lost
The people
not equal
of every age
some teenage
They don't have eggs
so they beg
and ask anyone
because they have all but none
stuck ouside with a sign
because they are alone and can't dine
with dirty clothes
full of holes
something not too far from deprived
when all they want is to be revived
On the floor they fold
outside in the cold
they are all drenched
because they live on a park bench
They want to cuddle
out under the tunnel
Some think they have no heart
because they push a shopping cart
On their knees
praying to get out of misery
The only life they know
with no place to go
A home is their preference
So lets make a difference
and make a killin'
Lord willin'