My Rain

The rain beats down on my cardboard box
Soaking my body straight through to my socks,
The people rush by stealing my hope
I guess they assume that I'm high on some dope,
The sides of my box begin to tear
The city goes by without a care,
I leave my ally and go to the street
The people all move away in retreat,
I stumble and find a place to rest
But they push me on because I'm not the best,
Lightning flashes before my eyes
The rain mingles between mt cries,
I find myself on a bench in the park
Where I can rest until the end of dark,
But the policeman comes and I have to go
That's the rule he says you know,
As I start to be on my way
I stopped in time to hear him say,
Poor girl, poor girl, she's just a kid
But she'll get along just like I did,
Then the rain stopped for a while
So I took the time to stop and smile.