I Still have a Name

I saw the eyes of hell and still stand to tell about it

I walked the path to nowhere and still know where I am

I spoke my peace and still have more to say

I lived another life and still find one here

I cried for peace and still weep for more

I sleep exposed to the elements and still wake in the streets

I beg so I will eat and still will not be full

I dress to be warm and still feel the cold

I hide from stares and still am judged

I am homeless and still I have a name