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Homeless individuals sleep with dreams of what they used to be Now they have moved on leaving the new generation drowning sea to sea No education, no temptation, to get a dream fulfilled they are just seeing what they are believing until their dreams are killed More people on the streets than inside, warm, or loved now they are being swept away, taken away by the calling of drugs We all care, we all donate, and give to charities to help those in need But do we understand why we all need this inner peace Not for the fame or the bandwagon of what others think but for the love and touch that they can receive. Though I wasn't the person on the other side of the rope On the side that burns and disconnects from another side leaving no inner getaway slope We all take the easy way out through the hardships and troubles we face Never for our blood to be one color or one thing away to forget our own trace We are all Built with kindness, madness, sadness, or anything destructive feeling to our kind We use it to explain how we feel and how to get connected with those with a similar mind It doesn't all come so easy ,life is a gift , it can either be taken away or given to We all must cherish our positions, because their are those in poverty having nothing to do So we sit looking at the window watching a day of our life pass before our lives Then we sleep waiting for a new life in our mind come alive, in the cold winter night.
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