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I was one of these kids and am so Thankful that God had other plans for me He never gave up, I hope that who ever reads this knows as long as God is allowed in their life your never alone,

DON’T GIVE UP ON ME

I’m sitting here thinking about a young man. Our children today the ones we rocked when little, bruised knees that we kissed

I roam the streets, lost and alone no where to go, I can’t go home

The drinking and drugs become my friends, you don’t know exactly when.

One moment I am just a little girl, then next a young lady with long hair to curl.
Or maybe a little boy with a dump truck as a favorite toy.

Life to you has been nothing but sorrow and hate; you don’t go home you stay out late. Are they home? Full of drugs and drink do they care what you think?

Where did the Walton’s go? Were they real people or just a show?

I wanted their life; it was what my life was supposed to be; now I just hope they don’t give up on me.

It’s cold out here on the streets, nothing for a week to eat.

It’s been so long since I felt safe. Lately I feel I am just some mans bait.

We never could say what needed to be; now I have begun to pray please don’t give up on me.

Out on the streets where I should be afraid, I feel safe. The arms I should run into I can’t even face...
The ones that should know my worth you myself and I, none of us can stand to look, deep into my eyes. There’s a deep black hole, some lady told me once, there the mirrors to my soul.

But before it’s too late, I’ll make this finale plea: please look into yourself and don’t give up on me!



Teresa Redmond

ISBN 1424113881