Living In The Streets (Homeless Project Part 1 of 10), by LostSoul
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It's cold tonight
The icy breeze doesn't feel right
Entering and leaving makes me shiver in the night
What's worse is the steel bench I call my bed
Gives me a surging pain in my head
"Hey man your in my spot
Get out before I rip your gut"
Open my eyes
And I recognize
I despise
The man I saw yesterday
Stealing another man's pay
Smiling as if he can take whatever comes his way
I stood up, not a single word
Didn't want trouble, my first time on the road
Turned around and walk on by
Another place, another good-bye
Why bother to try
This entire world could fry
I wouldn't care, didn't hear me when I cried
This world is nothing but lies
Ah...but who am I
Just another man ready to die
"Sigh"
Found another spot
Right here in the corner of this lot
Hopefully no one bothers me 'till the mornin' light
Have a couple of hours left
Need my ear plugs to keep me deaf
Before some fool comes over and tells me to step |
Posted: 2009-12-02 07:18:35 UTC |
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