Cold, wet and hungry
Dirty, sick and thirsty
Sad, weak and thin
Homeless with no name
One voice, one hand
Two voices, Two hands
Many hearts, many souls
Homeless with a name
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My voice is frozen in time, going in reverse. The door is open, but I cannot see it. This heaviness within my mind spins me. Please My sig...
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Depression is Manageable I have to unlock this door; the latch is rusty, the hinges are weak, and the door is soaked with tears. My ha... -
I have a secret to share Not sure if I should dare Whisper this in your ear Come closer, my dear Try not to smile Will be here awhile ... -
All of a sudden, homeless, so where do you go? Some believe that homeless people only stay in big cities, but some people have no homes in e...
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