Living with just a nickel
Looking for something to nibble
My stomach screams, as it rumbles in pain.
As it starts to rain.

No roof above my head
I’m starting to feel like I’m dead.
I reach my hands out, just for one slice of bread

But I stay there unfed.

When it starts to snow
I’m shivering from head to toe
For all I do is look down below
There is no place for me to go.

My life is in the street
It feels incomplete
Living in a house must feel sweet
Able to feel the heat.

I then fall asleep
Hoping things become cheap
Then maybe will my dream come true
All I want is a house to pursue.