I came from the north,
With my strings and guitar.
My family put their hopes in me,
So I may go far.
I wander these streets,
Alone and cold.
Forgotten stories,
Never to be told.
Every corner I turn,
Every house I pass.
I see sad faces,
Who never made it.
Lonely souls,
Saddened loss.
Sadists,
Whom all is lost.*
Alas, I couldn't go far,
The streets defeated my,
Strings and guitar.
Now I watch the cars go by,
Wishing I could have has a better life.