Walking
the streets.
I have
nowhere to go.
Out here
all alone.
There is
no one I know.
Walking
the streets.
I can’t
cope on my own.
I can’t
cope any longer.
But I just
can’t go home.
Walking
the streets.
Please
someone help me.
I’m lost
and in need.
Why can’t
people see?
Walking
the streets.
At last a
friendly face.
“Please
come with me”.
I know of
a safe place.
© Jeanette Walters, all rights reserved.
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