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An orange glow, from street lamp
Under dark skies, the air so damp
Sat in doorways, under glowing light
No place to go, on cold winter's night
Street urchins, wandering around
Searching for shelter, none to be found
On our heads fall, showers of rain
What we would give, to be wanted again
All we ask, is a place to call home
Not on streets, we constantly roam
We want to be safe, in from the icy cold
Nothing but trouble, we're always told
We're not all bad, really quite kind
If only people listened, answers they' find
We are someone's daughter, someone's son
Yes we are homeless, the forgotten ones
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