/// That song was wade for the Songs for Charity Contest for the homeless. Share your voice here:

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there's no address for this kind of life

a man mutters something, I look away

my breath’s a cloud, but it fades too fast

no promises made, no questions asked

hands in my pockets, holding tight to the cold

it’s strange how heavy nothing can feel when you’re old

where is the place that remembers my name?

where do I go when it starts to rain?

the faces go by, like rivers that split

but the ground still holds me, I refuse to quit

hands in my pockets, holding tight to the cold

it’s strange how heavy nothing can feel when you’re old

they say the wind doesn’t choose its fight

but it finds us all, alone in the night

where is the place that remembers my name?

where do I go when it starts to rain?

the faces go by, like rivers that split

but the ground still holds me, I refuse to quit

they tell you to rise, like it’s just a step

but they don’t see the cost of what’s been left

each breath a decision, each step a prayer

I carry what’s left of the life I wear

where is the place that remembers my name?

where do I go when it starts to rain?