Your Own Stories For To Tell

Born into poverty and living in Earthly Hell
But you too do have your own stories  for to tell
Of how  it's like to live in the poor side of the town
Where everyone is a stranger to renown
Though your sort of stories never make headline news
And on life none ever ask you for your views
You know what it's like to be homeless and you often sleep rough
And to survive where you live one has to be tough
You well may not have any cash to your name
But you too do have your dreams of success and fame
And though down on your luck when you can dream of  better times for you ahead
The hope in your mind is surely far from dead
And  though you may not be one with a postal address
To survive where you live  does make you a success.