As I Cry For Help.

The letter I wrote he said was to my friend. But I had no stamp so I could not send. And how do I address this letter to? A homeless person like me and you. Quite confused and bitter too. About this life we were tossed into. There is some out there that plain don’t care. But to some of us it’s so unfair. We want nice things and we’re willing to work. Just give us a chance don’t be a jerk. The lesson we’ve learned is how to survive. And you learn it fast just to stay alive. A few dollars doesn’t sound like very much. Till your pockets are empty and your backbone and stomach touch. I know begging seems so very wrong. Till you get hungry then you’ll sing a different song. Or be so cold you shake yourself to sleep. Maintaining your dignity is pretty hard to keep. We pray to the same God every night and day. Just give us a fair shake is what I usually pray. Just place us all on even ground. I won’t complain or make a sound. As the old saying goes about wearing my shoes. If you had them on you’d know yourself why I sing the blues. So peace be with you and I pray a little falls my way. Let’s pray someday it will all be okay.