In A Park Under A Tree

In A Park Under A Tree

Laying in a park under a tree
Just the moon stars and little ole me
Shivering, shaking, being afraid
Seeing shadows dance in the shade

Shutting my eyes ever so tight
Wondering if I’ll survive the night
Feeling the dampness setting in
Seeing the goose bumps on my skin

Hearing somebody walking near by
Talking to someone by their side
Hope they don’t see me under the tree
Make them pass on by was my plea

Taking my pillow, which was my coat
Covering my arms up to my throat
The grass doesn’t do much as a bed
But it is a place to rest my head

Still afraid in nights cold terror
Wiggling my fingers and my toes
Looking at my watch just to see
How long before daylight shows

A policeman is walking down the street
Flashes his light right on my feet
My heart pounds, I start to weep
He’s gone now, he was walking his beat

As I laid there in the dark of night
My emotions starts to run wild
I’m scared, alone, and so afraid
For I’m only a fifteen year old child

Memories of these times long gone by
Still can bring many tears to my eyes
I know first hand for absolutely sure
Living on the street is hard to endure


Living on the streets was not my choice.So please don't be harsh in judging.

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