Lean To's and Lentils

Blue tarps and pink foam. That's all some people have to call home. This is what they use to cope. They do their best not to lose hope. Within the span from sun to moon. They continue to pray for help to come soon. The roof and walls are built with love. They stay warm and dry with faith from above. Scraping up the only choice they've got. They do their best with what they've been taught. Futures and past times doesn't leave much for presents. Boys in grubbers, little girls in peasants. Passerby's and neighbor's want to tear it down. Don't want them messin' up their pretty little town. But just where would you have them go. So that nobody would have to know. Well soon is coming, one way or another. I think it's time to help our brother. Party line details leave the tax man knocking. Sadly, the fools just keep on talking. Someday the moon will light the night with peace. And hope in a bottle won't be just a lease. The river of life will flow forever more. Right outside of everybody's door.