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Alone

My Hair Is matted, My clothes are torn
I hear them snicker since the day I was born
It seems that way, all my life
looks and laughs, my heart full of knives
I know how I look, from my head to my feet
To them dirty living the streets
Poor and alone, crazy and old
They walk around me their stares are so cold
I hear the words that come from my mouth
no one to listen so I answer myself
Then one day I was blessed
From an angel while I rest
She knelt down on one knee
smiled and said God sent me
To tell you of him to say you are his
Your heavenly home is eternity bliss
So look up to those who mock and praise the lord
For he is your savior, faith is all you should hoard
In a breeze of a whisper, in the glimpse of the sun
She was gone as I looked around stunned
I finally felt love, like I belonged
I knew all these years I had been wronged
So when I hear them laugh, I look up and give praise
Because I know the lord has all my days.
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Alone, by Laura Glazewski 3.7 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 3 reviews.
Amiadra Arrington More than 1 year ago
Terrific work
Michael McAfee More than 1 year ago
Good 4 u
Laura Glazewski More than 1 year ago
Thanks for comment, this is not about me, about what I think some homeless person might experience❤️
sadia n qazi More than 1 year ago
Nice.
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