Rag torn hobo

I\'m a rag torn hobo at the back of the line
\"Any spare Change please\" time after time.
Veins sore,eyes drawn, temptation of crime, Oh lord Jesus kill me now or give me a sign . Worn out boots, my hair a mess, chewing gum, damn chewing gum! is a big disgrace .
The clock tower rings in central square
While I shiver by the steps with desperation on my face.
People are kind, people are mean, they give from the heart or they give to be seen. \"Here\'s a quid mate to help you chase the dragon or to feed ya\" oh and a quick selfie for social media. I came from a house full of joy and love, my mum and dad now look down from above. I had a job, I had friends, I had a life, but things changed in an instant when I split from my wife. Street life is brutal please don\'t judge me or walk by, it could happen to anybody please look me in the eye.
This is my life now, begging each day trying to claw myself back from the brink. All I ask is to give me a chance, an opportunity, a chat or simply stop, or glance or think.

God, are you out there? Do you exist? I want, no I need to change but do I persist? if this is my life now, if this is my best, then strike me down hard God and lay me to rest.