They step out of
Their place in the wood
Trying to look neat
Trying to look good,
Thoughts race back
To a time
When they had a home
An' all was fine,
Three children go
From family to family
Just to stay in school
Trying each days end to see,
His job is gone
By way of the South,
Now each day
It's eating hand to mouth,
They look ahead
Towards tomorrow
Hoping there'll be
One less day of sorrow,
Each night before they sleep
They lift up a plea
God oh please God
Shelter our family.
JJSweets 05Oct19 10:22 hrs
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