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Fourteen years worth

Contributed by lostrelic on Tuesday, 8th July 2008 @ 06:45:48 AM in AEST
Topic: DreamsandWishes

the weather is cold much to cold to be outside
laying in a box i found keeping the cold at bay
its mid winter stuck in a big city a concrete jungle in a flash of white
no home no friends at the age of fifteen all was to much living in fright
i made my way cold again hungry off to steal a meal or panhandle for food
age my blessing i looked ten easy to make my way threw this crude
sitting on the street ice blue eyes blond hair looking so innocent with years on my belt
money would flow about three meals a day some weed and mabey a hotel if i found someone to rent it to me
night was different with a peddler at every corner a dirty old man in every isle
hunters of the night would come looking
they new i was out easy meat for the worm
a smack a flash of pain and another dead child thrown in a ditch
i new the game i was not new in this world
but my predator skills were better and with visions of pain i avoided them at all checks
kept my wits at arms length
it didn't show but this minx had fangs
i kept low from corner to corner trust no one
even the blue have problems with you
stick to alleys i know where the tenets were kind
a small meal from a old timer and a story to kill the time
nails always claws i got older in this world
i still walked small but my heart was sick of the gold
tired of what society deemed right
i slept in the day and walked at night
gathered in abondened homes what they call a soup house
the looks from the staff so much creepiness that they show
fiends and the sick they are the help for the poor
governments do not care where they send you as long as your out of there door
this is one story i have 14 years worth to much in my mind to much that hurts
why are we masking the problem that is no way to hide it
show that we care and that there is someone behind them
the streets are no life but like me i had no choice
many like me are still hiding all with hoarse voice
show a helping hand mabey you will find a lost soul like me
lost and alone but a spirit so flying free
strong and full of love they might even change your heart
or even a cup of coffee whats a couple quarters at least play some part
find love in the field not on the screen help someone out make someones dream

Copyright © lostrelic ... [ 2008-07-08 06:45:48]
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