Not looking forward to the snow and the sleet . No warm winter coats . no shoes for our feet . To the icey cold winds that cut like a knife . No scarf for my face . Can\'t keep up the pace of this homeless life . Too much strife . No roof over our heads . No nice warm bed . Just hard concrete . Such is life on the street . Not meant to live this way . Hopefully things will get better one day . I find myself plunging into the depths of despair . As perilious winds penetrate the air . It\'s just not fair . I often ask the Good Lord at night why . Please help us to live , God . We don\'t want to die .