I am homeless and live temporary in a hostel

We have our own rooms but with no locks on

Sometimes I find it quite hostile

Every evening we all meet up in the lounge so we can get to know everyone.

It’s like living in a big house where we live in our own bedroom

Sharing the kitchen, bathroom, toilet and everywhere else around here

I hope I can get out of here soon

Some live here away from their husbands living in fear.

I am lucky I suppose as I do have a roof over my head

Most of us have no choice, as we are pretty poor

Not like some, at least I am getting fed

Some are not so lucky out in the cold sleeping rough on the dirty pavement floor.

Some that come in here are quite loud and looking ruff

Through these paper thin walls you can hear them fighting or love making and the rest

People come into your room taking your stuff

You try and do what’s right, but it’s hard to do what’s best.

People in here are buying and using drugs

You are only a number no-one wants to hear your voice

Music played loud you need ear plugs

I can’t bear to be in here but I have no choice.