She was born and raised in the concrete jungle
 Another JUST acronym for the streets
Discarded garbage,papers and people
 Swirling playfully at her swollen ankels
 And not just the pounding concrete,
 But as well as the swelltering asphalt at her feet

  With a lazy eye she ponders and studies
  The movement up and down the beat
  She had another half sleepless night last night
  Down by the water,on the old abandoned dock
 With just a backpack for a pillow,a dirty ragged sheet

But see last night she really didn't need it
 It was fairly warm and the breeze was very still
But she clung to it as always,her friend in many way

See just last week she took refuge behind a dumpster
 Down a forlorn and she thought forgotten street
And then it was upon her,awakened with a startle
Two men were by her forehead,3 were by her feet

She knew it better not to even make a sound
To just be quiet and let them have their treat
When through she was bruised and battered
Especially her face and underneath

Then when it was finally over,she gathered up her stuff
Most of all her friend,that filthy,tattered sheet
The homeless girl began to make her way
It was not an unfamiliar walk

Yeah she's been down this road before
More than a few times ,but never been this sore
You know I'd seen her around maybe here and there
Though we never even spoke,seems I'd turn my head

But today was somehow different,we chatted for a bit
It was then she asked me something
Something I know I'll never ever forget
She looked me in the eye and asked me
 Sir, what's it like at night to sleep in a bed

And now my life's been changed forever
 I now walk with Humility instead
  I got rid of that old attitude
    Buried it deeper than the dead

That Homeless Girl has now become my wife
With this now I know that I am Blessed
  For now I have her tender comfort
And she now has, A warm,safe Loving BED