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Apr 2014
Somebody is sitting out on the porch
with no food to eat.
There is little kid standing out in the
street with no shoes on his feet.

Momma's gone away from home for
up to three days at a time.
Poppa is out on the corner drinking
up his last dime.

Nobody could have convinced me
that nobody else was aware.
Somebody should have told me that
the world didn't care.

Why am I the only one feeling all of
this pain.
Left without any kind of dreams with
nothing to gain.

Somebody please tell me that better
times are ahead.
If things remain as they are, somebody
could end up dead.

Pinch me to let know that this feeling
isn't for real.
Somebody please let me know that during
my lifetime I can find a better deal.
Phillip Blytheville
Written by
Phillip Blytheville  Dallas, Texas
(Dallas, Texas)   
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