No One Else

A cold night falls
A person calls
Troubled with fear
Only he can hear
For no one else will listen.

On the street will he die?
Or will he only cry?
He knows he is alone
talking in a flattened tone.
For no one else could care.

As he sits and he cries
A pain runs through his eyes
Why am I here?
He thinks and sheds a tear.
For no one else is around.

His home is on the streets
He fights for what he eats.
When he’s in the mood,
He’ll steal to get his food,
For no one else will feed him.

It came for him at night,
He really had to fight
He had to be brave,
Life ending in a grave.
Which no one else will see.

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