No Place To Go But Home

I can't imagine what it must be like;
To be forced out on the street.
You suddenly have no place to go;
And many obsticles to beat.

Suddenly you're hunting for food;
And have nothing but rags to wear.
No water to ever take a bath;
Or to wash your face or hair.

At night you're forced to sleep anywhere;
If you’re lucky, it’s a shelter.
Suddenly you feel so totally lost;
Everything's helter skelter.

You carry all your valuables with you;
Whatever you treasure the most.
Which isn't very much at all;
Cause all you had, has been lost.

You sleep with one eye open;
No matter where you may be.
Someone may steal what little you have;
Especially if they're allowed to see.

Winter comes, and the snow starts flying;
You need a place to stay warm.
But suddenly there's no place to go;
No shelter from the storm.

Your hands and face get frost bite;
And the rest of your body goes numb.
You lay in an alley covered with paper;
Wishing that someone would come.

Finally, you just drift away;
Into a peaceful, endless sleep.
For God has come to warm you up;
And taken you home to keep.

Betty Hawkins ©2003
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