Out On The Streets

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Out On The Streets

Paul McCann

Out on the streets where days turn to weeks and months to years

as time disappears ,living with those without food or clothes .

stuck in a hole In body and soul ,

the young and old left out in the cold .

Whisper a prayer to those of us there

without a home and left all alone .

with all the hurt and treated like dirt .

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Out on the streets, we’re nobody’s freaks ,

wanting to be somewhere you can’t see,

we don’t complain ,

we sing in the rain and  hail or shine ,

people we meet here on lonely  street ,

are here to drift and get  frozen stiff

and  scared to speak or say hello

and they just don’t know  where else to go.

Out on the streets where the wild wind sweeps ,

past chimney tops and the corner shops

and through the town there upon the ground .

The Gypsy queens living out their dreams ,

with uncrowned Kings who do other things there

every day and  the runaways who find their feet

there out on the streets .

Out on the streets , the Lord Jesus weeps,

for women, men and little children

who  day and night , have no hope in sight

and live with grief ,

they get no relief from their hardship

so they bite their lip and carry on singing

that sweet song that has no name

in the pouring rain that’s there’s for keeps

out there on the streets.

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