Living Homeless, Hopeless

I can't sleep at night, cause the poetry flows through me My thoughts are of children living in the streets, homeless Stranded, abandoned by love, living hopeless It's easy to create babies, all you need is two Don't need love or care just raging hormones combined But what you forget is what's created inside After that night, you forget what's brewing and you try to hide When you are done, you neglect and you forget and you throw that baby aside How could you care, when there was no love from the start It's so easy for you to break a child's heart, you think you're so smart Not really, your too caught up in your own life You want a husband or a wife, not some baby you'd rather cut with a knife No one ever said reality was easy, how could it when you don't care So you watch your television to forget and you stare Deeply losing yourself in a fake world, when your child needs someone that cares And so the child runs away, thinking it will be better Majority of children run away because of a broken home They'd rather be in the street than try to build a home, so they roam They're caught up in habits, druggies and sex fiends Cause what's the point of living, when nothing is worth fighting They'd rather try and forget than have anything, they themselves become nothing So what happens next, they find friends on the streets They themselves make babies when they can't even take care of themselves But what else is there, it's what they know, they have no sense of self So now you have babies making babies, I supposed that's okay Since no one really cares anyway, what's the point of living day by day Wouldn't it be great to help someone, if they needed it But how could you when they didn't ask for it It's easy just go do it Or you'll find yourself dreaming of it