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
very nicely written. hay maybe you should try to publish a book to get money.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wonderful... let me know when I am out of job... Lol Great write...