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I Wore The Streets

In the alleys of despair where shadows fell I walked with pockets empty a silent yell Each step a plea, each gaze a search For a crumb of mercy on life's wide perch Beneath the bridges, against the chill I begged for warmth, for time to still The world moved on, brisk and bold While I reached out for a hand to hold From dawn to dusk From dusk to dawn I wore the streets My hope nearly gone Yet in the heart where dreams reside A spark remained a guide inside Then came the day, oh sweet surprise When someone glanced with kinder eyes They offered me a job, a chance again A path that led me away from the shame With work came pride with pride a home No longer on the streets to roam A table set, a bed to rest Life's simple joys felt like the best From dawn to dusk From dusk to dawn I wore the streets My hope nearly gone Yet in the heart where dreams reside A spark remained a guide inside From rags to comfort From less to more I found my stride, I found an open door The blessings came, not all at once But in small graces, ounce by ounce Now I stand, where once I fell A tale of triumph, a story to tell From begging to blessing, the journey's been long But here I am, grateful and strong From dawn to dusk From dusk to dawn I wore the streets My hope nearly gone Yet in the heart where dreams reside A spark remained a guide inside From dawn to dusk From dusk to dawn I wore the streets My hope nearly gone Yet in the heart where dreams reside A spark remained a guide inside

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