Trolley Lady

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She walks the streets with a supermarket trolley for a home,

don’t know where she belongs, next bed to lay her weary body unknown.

 

Clothes like rags pulled from the wet and smelling recycling bins,

like she has been struck down for a life full of sins.

 

No authority interested in her feeble existence,

all she needs is some care and help and assistance.

 

But every head is turned away when asked for somewhere for her to stay,

a life stuck in a vicious circle, no outlet, no other way.

 

It’s a life that she now has accepted and does the best she can do,

no access to the children to whom she gave the gift of life to,

 

If you spoke to her, you would see that her knowledge is rife,

just maybe a few wrong choices or circumstances shaped her this life.

 

So all I can do is pray that maybe one day,

God will step into this fragile woman’s life and show her a new way.

 

She walks the streets with a supermarket trolley for a home,

don’t know where she belongs, next bed to lay her weary body unknown.

 

Clothes like rags pulled from the wet and smelling recycling bins,

like she has been struck down for a life full of sins.

 

No authority interested in her feeble existence,

all she needs is some care and help and assistance.

 

But every head is turned away when asked for somewhere for her to stay,

a life stuck in a vicious circle, no outlet, no other way.

 

It’s a life that she now has accepted and does the best she can do,

no access to the children to whom she gave the gift of life to.

 

If you spoke to her, you would see that her knowledge is rife,

just maybe a few wrong choices or circumstances shaped her this life.

 

So all I can do is pray that maybe one day,

God will step into this fragile woman’s life and show her a new way.

 

 

 

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