Open Your Eyes.

I sit up in my little 'home'
Not made of bricks, not made of wood, not even a little piece of stone.

This is what I live in;
A cardboard box-room enough for one.
And in front of my box is what I have to survive, with a few pieces of loose change they sit in my precious tin.

No one seems to notice, what it's like for us.
They don't know how we worry-from dawn until dusk.

The cold brisk air whips at my skin, I bring my knees up to my chest-in order to keep some body warmth.
As people walk by I plead with my eyes; please, please! Take me in!

If only you were to see past yourself, you'd see babies, children, adults-all trying to survive.
If you were to be so kind as provide something for us, we'd be forever grateful indeed.

Take take a moment to look around, but when you do; please open your eyes.