It's so hard, living on the streets No table to food to eat, no shoes on your feet No shelter, felt in the air Nobody going your way, so you don't think you going nowhere Waiting, waiting to die Stop waiting, waiting to die I know it's hard, when inside you have a sore And you don't come out no more, cause they haven't found a cure And you don't allow, all your friends to come around And now they talk behind your back, and you always feeling down I know it's hard, to be living all alone And there's no idea that, when you may get home And you feel, like nobody cares Best believe, there's someone who's there