When I hit rock-bottom

I was living on the street

In Winter’s cold I still had

Summer’s shoes upon my feet

I’d hang round restaurant waste bins

On the chance that I might eat

 

But I still believed in you.

I knew that you’d come through

Do all that you could do

I believe in you

 

I lost my faith in family

And the other friends I had

They turned their backs and whispered

That they knew I’d turn out bad

I can’t say I was angry

But I just felt sort of sad

 

And I still believed in you.

I knew that you’d come through

Do all that you could do

I believe in you

 

Each day I look for boxes

To make my version of bed

If I can’t find a sheltered space

Each night revives the dread

A heavy frost could mean

That by morning I’ll be dead

 

But I’ll always believe in you.

I know that you’ll come through

And do all that you can do

I believe in you

 

 

Artwork Courtesy of Bernard Pras, 

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