Stranger On the Street
When the sky turns pink, and the sun sets low.
I hope and pray you have a place to go.
After, the cool breeze dies down, and summer sets in.
I hope you find a new place; where you can begin again.
Through the heat of the day, and the cars buzzing by.
I hope you have a place to lay your weary head; while you sigh.
After all of your drinks, and all of your moans.
I hope you find a place you can finally call home.
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