Hch

HCH Dear homelessness, Sir, Maam I’m your biggest fan Always striving to survive Without a clue or plan But yet you play the hand That you were dealt Hoping for a win Praying to heaven But living in hell Is heaven really listening? Or can you really tell Not being able to focus on The things that is real in your life Like your sanity, your families, your jobs Your husband or wife It’s an uphill climb to reach the bottom So you grind in the bottom And as for your hopes and dreams You for get about them O HOMELESSNESS, POOR, POOR HOMELESSNESS SIR, MAAM I pray for you, and that winning hand Because one day you will win And name shall be victory So when you think of HCH Don’t just think of it as HEALT CARE FOR THE HOMELESS But think of it as HERE COMES HELP