I do not consider this place my home
I do not believe that it is
It's not a great place to be in the world
But it's the place where I live
I don't have a house, a warm place to sleep
Or even some decent clothes
People don't usually pity me
They walk by and lift up their nose
I do not have money - yes I'm poor
I do not have food - yes I'm starved
But I am not a beggar
And I'm not a bum, by far
I'm not in the best of conditions
That I would like to be in
People think since I don't have a home
That it is a terrible sin
They don't understand how loneliness feels
Because they haven't walked in my shoes
Sometimes I sit and cry myself to sleep
But I'm struggling and I will not lose
My everyday life is a battle
The challenge is staying alive
I know where I stand - I stand on the streets
And I know that I'm gonna survive
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