I am the one who has no voice,
no way to ask for the help that I need.
I am the one who has no choice,
but to live a life that no one can lead.

I am the one who dies every night,
while I lay in the freezing cold.
I am the one who lives in fright,
of what every day will hold.

I am the one that cries each day,
but still lives through the pain.
I am the one that sits here to pray,
that I will have shelter from rain.

But whatever life chooses as its course
I know that when it rains, it pours.