Life Without a Home

They stand above me eyes like knives I watch the rich go threw their lives This is not the life I'd planned My story's lost, a message in sand I have a heart, flesh, tears and bone Yet still I'm treated as if stone I feel the cold, I'm hungry and weak It is not only money that I wish to seek I want safety, life, a family too These are the reasons I look to you At night the rain does overcome Then in the morn it is the sun My flesh reeks, rots, then is gray But hospitals have no time for say Without cash in my pocket I will die on the street Then robbed i will be, bare to my feet My body aches for the next meal My life does not seem to me real And after all I'm still like dirt And no one seems to see I'm hurt.