People walk by me, day after day

Scowls on their faces, as they look my way

Night after night, braving the cold

Wondering if I, will ever grow old

Here, on the streets, I am, all alone

But this is the place, I get to call home

Hoping that one day, I may really embrace

Once again feeling human, in this lousy rat race.

 

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