Cardboard city

In this cardboard city, the cold bitter nights get to me
the hate I fight daily, as if id choose this willingly
to live like a king isn't what I pray, just warmth, and peace
away from these maddening streets, the abusive feet

Down here I watch on, as you walk past
no care in your eyes, as they dart away fast
you talk aloud as if i don't speak your language
telling everyone that were just taking advantage

As the cold bites my toes, socks wet through
all I want is food, a room, a chance to make do
a job would be nice, to earn enough to find some peace
but not for the likes of me, when your address is "the streets"

Sat in a puddle of urine, its not my own, its obscene
a kid with a phone screen, pointing at me to make a scene
I've seen others bloodied, beaten just for life's shortfalls
we beg for help, a kind word, but no one hears our call

some fall to drugs, drink anything to escape, a release
to pass the day, to get away, to find some peace
a few bad turns and its you in this place, scraping to survive
just a chance is all we beg, to build a life and thrive

Thanks for reading,peace and love.

Kyle.