Though your roadways of life have been uphill and rough
And every day for you it is rather tough
Homeless you sleep on a park bench at night
The future for you looks anything but bright
But you never say life on you is unfair
And you do refuse for to yield to despair
Hope for better times in you is not dead
And of you see happier and better days ahead
Due to an abusive mother and father homeless at sixteen
And many tough Seasons you already have seen
You believe good times from you are not far away
And you search in hope for a job start every day
With hope you are one who does keep faith
Every-thing comes to those who do wait.
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