There are people
No one adores
There are people
Who wait at doors
There are people
Who sleep in heavy downpours
There are people
Who have been beat to the floors
There are people
That everyone ignores
There are people
Who don’t sleep indoors
There are people
Who grew up with no mentors
There are people
Who always stay outdoors
There are people
Who get caught in the middle of uproars
What would you do
If this life was yours?
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