Heart of Stone

The sidewalk's cold beneath my feet. A cardboard bed where dreams retreat. The city hums,

but I'm alone. A wandering soul with no home. I see stars through the cracks

in the night. They whisper hope but fade with the light. No roof to

call my own. Just the sky and a heart of stone. Every streetlight's a

silent prayer for a place, for someone to care. Once

had a job, a family too . But life's cruel winds they tore

it through. A photograph and a tattered coat. Memories that keep me afloat.

People pass, their eyes look away. I'm just a shadow at the