Down on their luck
Life never easy
Days take forever
Nights totally empty
Huddled in corners
On streets that are mean
Having no memory
Of the last time they were clean
Hungry and cold
Often living in fear
At times believing
Their end is quite near
Sure they're the homeless
But there are days they have hope
Knowing the angels will come
And help them to cope
Clothing and shoes
Blankets and food
Given them freely
Brightening their mood
The Homeless Angels of Lansing
Reaching into Detroit and to Flint
Helping these folks who are broken
Offering more than a splint
It's not a hand out
More like a hand up
Removing the void
While filling their cup
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