If I could turn back the hands of time,
I would not wish for what wasn't mine.
I'd be thankful for whatever I had.
As it's hard on the streets and very sad.
I used to think my home was small,
Until I had no home at all.
I always wanted designer tags,
But now I'm down to wearing rags.
All dressed up I would prance down the street.
Now I limp in shoes that hurt my feet.
I spent on plastic what I could not afford.
But the pretty things were my reward.
Time caught up and I had to pay the price.
Unable to do so I had to sacrifice.
I watched my world around me crumble.
Now the life I live has made me humble.