Newspapers at my feet
I've been sleeping on the streets
I’m freezing and I’m sick
I’m going crazy, can’t you see?
And all I need is for you to stop
Take a look, give me a hand
Take me home or to a place I can belong
Give me a life I can start from scratch
A house I can call a home,
A life of my own
Angelica Duardo
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/newspapers-on-the-streets/
