I'm tired and cold, rags gathered tight, so show me some pity
It's been to long out in this cardboard city
Food gathered and begged, no chance of meds, while you stay warm in luxury beds
A doorway, a tunnel, a railway station
A look of disgust from most of the nation
I didn't ask to be ousted from a normal life
To be fed to the streets in toil and stife
Clothes dishevelled, ripped and mostly all torn
This wasn't the world unto which I was born
Belongings all piled in a trolley that rusts
Not one person to turn to, no one who trusts
You walk by not seeing with compassionate eyes
Not one word is said, nobody tries
Just think that this world can tear yours apart
And spare some loose change before you depart.
My life could be different but no want of trying
So I'm left in the cold, maybe I'm dying
Help me! I'm crying left in the cold
To wander and scavenge before I'm to old
Stop don't walk past, remember your wealth
It's in talking and stories for my mental health
Stop don't walk past, give what you can
Then one day  maybe I'll be more than I am.