When You
When you lose everything you once had,
You have nowhere to go,
When you've lost your way,
The streets become your home.
When you lose your desire to carry on,
The ground is where you lay your head.
When you think you'd be better off dead,
The streets become your home.
When you want to give up and yell "What the Hell."
All your gratitude is nowhere to be found,
You will start to realize that
The streets became your home.
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