An old abandoned building stood alone across the street
A haven for the homeless is where they always would meet
Everyone gathered together for a place to lay their head
Safer to be under cover than having to sleep outside instead
Just to keep their bodies warm they try to stay huddled together
A shelter from the rain and snow or any kind of stormy weather
The tales that are always told is always 'what could have been'
All their family and loved ones they haven't seen since when
Warming all their hands and feet in front of an old smoky fire
Wearing of shoes so worn that had withstood all the muck and mire
Many times these words were spoken 'so just come whatever may'
Always living life on the edge or whether they'll see another day
Then the moon or stars at night loomed near like a silent friend
The long and dreary days of survival seemed never to have an end
As the sun begins to set they can still see a faint light that glows
If ever there was an end to their plight only the homeless one knows
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