Maybe when you hear me speak You miss my despair so bleak, My person, my one true love Can’t hear me from way high above, He’s left, and I’m not sure if he’s coming back I pray and wish for…
In Denver, there are people you see on the street pushing carts and carrying backpacks; there are tents on curbs. The people residing in these locations are in their very own community, with a world that contains different names, customs,…