Homeless The Feelings I never Knew before
Laying here in the cold bitter night watching all the happy families passing by,
Wondering am I not good enough and trying to feagure out why.
Shivering, hungry,chilled to the bone, Why won't anyone stop and help me or take me home?
Is this a part of God's plan for us surely it can't be, So why is it that these people can't see?
Hurting, cold, lonely, feeling used, and it is easy out here to be abused.
Did we ask for this just because me moved here no not at all,I wish right now I could hear my daddy's call :(
Our cloths aren't dirty or torn, but yet people look at us with that look of scorn.
Once again why can't these people see, this for us was not ment to be.
Asking for food, jobs,money,a place to stay, a bit of hope or love, Day buy day we pray for mercy from above.
The hopes of Salvation is fading fast, driven by the needs I once had in the past.
I lay here cold, crying wondering why this is happening to us the way it is,
there has to be away we can get back on our feet and begin again.
Moving on to a better place,No longer to be this cities waste.
Well we found a shelter to go to, to get out of the weather while we look for work, but early in the morning we are but out in the cold disabled and all :(
Finally my husband found a job, but my son and I still stuck in the shelter where the staff are mean and make you feel like you are in prison, but we were out of the weather so we made the best of the situation.
Many times at this shelter we got things stolen, put out in the coldness of the night and me in a wheelchair due to one of the staff their acting like a warden :(
We would bide our time there takeing the staff abuse and the theft of our personal and most loved belongings,until the day we can get back on our own two feet and show everyone we are not the homeless type.
So all in all what I am saying is we had to taste the life of the homeless and it isn't at all that appealing, So people get off your butts and get a job and get off the streets and protect your feelings.
If we can do it you can to, so go find a better life then the street or the pathetic shelter's here,
this is comeing from a survival family and I am being very sincere.
written by:
Terri Waldrop 2008
copywrite 2008
Wondering am I not good enough and trying to feagure out why.
Shivering, hungry,chilled to the bone, Why won't anyone stop and help me or take me home?
Is this a part of God's plan for us surely it can't be, So why is it that these people can't see?
Hurting, cold, lonely, feeling used, and it is easy out here to be abused.
Did we ask for this just because me moved here no not at all,I wish right now I could hear my daddy's call :(
Our cloths aren't dirty or torn, but yet people look at us with that look of scorn.
Once again why can't these people see, this for us was not ment to be.
Asking for food, jobs,money,a place to stay, a bit of hope or love, Day buy day we pray for mercy from above.
The hopes of Salvation is fading fast, driven by the needs I once had in the past.
I lay here cold, crying wondering why this is happening to us the way it is,
there has to be away we can get back on our feet and begin again.
Moving on to a better place,No longer to be this cities waste.
Well we found a shelter to go to, to get out of the weather while we look for work, but early in the morning we are but out in the cold disabled and all :(
Finally my husband found a job, but my son and I still stuck in the shelter where the staff are mean and make you feel like you are in prison, but we were out of the weather so we made the best of the situation.
Many times at this shelter we got things stolen, put out in the coldness of the night and me in a wheelchair due to one of the staff their acting like a warden :(
We would bide our time there takeing the staff abuse and the theft of our personal and most loved belongings,until the day we can get back on our own two feet and show everyone we are not the homeless type.
So all in all what I am saying is we had to taste the life of the homeless and it isn't at all that appealing, So people get off your butts and get a job and get off the streets and protect your feelings.
If we can do it you can to, so go find a better life then the street or the pathetic shelter's here,
this is comeing from a survival family and I am being very sincere.
written by:
Terri Waldrop 2008
copywrite 2008
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