She bears the labor of being homeless with a child due in the cold winters of December
A season of giving
her baby is not a blessing of new life
Instead her curse of poverty weighs down on her like never before
Too heavy to stand Crushing any hope of a better tomorrow
The cries of the newborn will be accompanied by her own salty tears the refuse to stop
No one to lean on
As snow falls and the world turns just the same
There will be nobody to witness this women
And her will to survive
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