Homeless

The cold long dark nights
with the bitter cold
nothing that shines bright
no one or nothing to hold.

Wishing I had some thing to call mine
but I don't and I want some heat
I have somethng that will shine
but it's not gold it's a bruise because I just got beat.

I don't know why it came
it just did
tears flowing like rain
I wish I could of hid.

My tear are freezing
while I run
I start wheezing
because now they have a gun.

No where to go
no where to turn
running throught the snow
while my stomach starts to churn.