Note from Author: Okay, this poem is mine... the Newsies belong to Disney, you know the routine. This poem is really long.. okay, so it's not exactly The Iliad or anything, but it's over 2 pages long. Please do not take it without permission. Thank you. :)

A Newsie's Prayer
By: Echo

As I lay here all alone,
I pray, Lord, help me to be strong,
and please help me to make it through
each day as it starts anew.
Help me sell my papes,
help me not to starve,
help me survive another day,
and hold me in your arms.
Tell my pop I love 'im,
where ever he may be,
an' let my dear ma know
I think she's heavenly.
Tell my lil sis I miss 'er,
an' let 'er grow up good,
an' help my brother in the mines,
he'd stop workin' there if he could.
Watch over my friend, Bumlets,
I know he's aweful sick,
an' please keep Crutchy safe,
don't let the guy get licked,
help our leader Jack,
get to Santa Fe,
an' if ya could, help Tenpin,
let 'im out of that Refuge someday.
Help Race, if it ain't too much,
to win a game or two,
an' Mush's shoes are aweful worn,
could ya get 'im some more new?
Help Dave support 'is family,
an' get 'im back to school,
an' Les too, if you don't mind,
so he don't become a fool.
Help Skittery be more cheerful,
he's really aweful glum,
an' tell Patrick to go home,
back to his grief-stricken mom.
Teach Spot to be more humble,
even if he disagrees,
an' Blink's a really nice guy,
could ya teach that eye of his to see?
If it won't mess up your plans,
get Snipeshooter some cigars,
an' maybe a suit for Boots,
if that ain't goin' too far.
Help Dutchy learn to read better,
he wishes he knew more,
an' would ya mind helpin' Snitch
gettin' that girl he adores?
Could ya help Specs too?
Today he just got dumped,
an' Jake is feelin' kinda blue,
could ya maybe lift 'im up?
Help Itey sell more papes,
he's not doin' too well,
an' please help Swifty too,
the guy's really been through hell.
Would ya mind it too much,
given' Snoddy a break,
please help Pie Eater too,
for his sanity's sake.
Lord, I know I asked
an aweful lot of you,
an' I may not have the right,
cause I ain't been dat true,
but we need ya real bad,
an' ya ain't given us what's due.
You see, we got hard lives,
sleepin' an' starvin' in da streets,
an' runnin' from da bulls,
who're out on deir beats.
I don't want no palace,
or a hundred bricks of gold,
just let my friends an' me survive,
in this world so cold.
I won't ask for everything,
but nothin' ain't too great,
Lord, please just tell me
this won't always be my fate.

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