by Docsynic

Created on: April 06, 2009

I walk the streets in silence,

With bread bags to cover my feet,

But I do not walk alone,

So don't pity me.

I live in a house made of cardboard,

With three walls and a roof,

But I do not live alone,

So don't pity me.

I dig through other's trash for food,

And I eat what I can find,

But I do not dine alone,

So don't pity me.

I pray in the house of God,

My clothes ill fit for church,

But my strength, My Lord, stands with me,

So don't pity me.

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