Fight On...

The seasons come, and the seasons go by
The little girl sits alone, wondering why
She still sits, no home, and all filled with dread
And she lays alone at night, sleeping in hungers bed
Nobody helps her, so she sits there and cries
The only home she knows, on the street where she lies
She shivers, no shoes, torn clothes, suffering from the cold winds bite
While the children with families go into warm homes for the night
She goes to an alley, she sleeps in with others
A homeless family of adopted sisters and brothers
Another night in the cold, trash the only pillow for her head
All awake in the morning, but one, a little one dead
No tears can be shed, it was too cold in the night
The rest must carry on for her, to continue the fight.