On the Street
Walking around with carrier bags
Clothes dirty looking like rags.
Rain soaked feet because of broken shoes
Keeping the cold out by drinking cheap booze.
Being looked at as it your dirt
It's the name your called that really hurts.
So I go to sleep in a doorway somewhere
So as you walk by please try not to stare.
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