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HOMELESS
 
In the street, In the square,
People stand and people stare,
As I beg and sing my song,
The one I have sung for so long.

My dishevelled rags are full of holes,
As on this street we beg with bowls.
My feet are swollen I have no shoes,
That's why I sing this song of blues.

The snow is dripping through my soul,
My heart is broken through this toll.
I pray that the Lord will feed me soon,
Because I can no longer sing this tune.

In this street, In this square,
People stand and people stare.
My feet are swollen I have no shoes,
That's why I sing this song of blues.

My bowl is empty except for snow
Empty, empty, like my soul.
If I could only feel the warmth of food
I could smile and change my mood.

I would sing to the heaven's
And thank the Lord above,
For giving me salvation
With his kindness and love.









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