Living in this mental house
Find the cure and poisoned mouse

Barred up windows and no escape
Padded walls that do not break

Line up the crazies all in the room
Out of order with violent doom

Swallow the pill, the nurse once said
Disobey and punishment another one fed

Tied to the bed with buckles and straps
Screams are moot, silent alas

Dazed, confused like all the others
Hit the wall, Why do I bother?

Walk in circles on the end
Days and nights never do mend

Escaped for a moment and brought back in
This mental house is my  sin

Words inside my head
Not finished
Break my skull
and peek inside
It is a scary place

Walk across the marshes
View from the distance
into the streets of London
The downtrodden man,
contrite and solemn,
with weathered shoes
and a weathered soul

Walk in his shoes,
View through his eyes
into the streets of desperation
The downtrodden man,
worn and hungry,
with no bread to eat
and no cent to his name

Walk beside him,
View of his world,
into the street of questions
The downtrodden man,
simple and depraved,
with not an answer
and no life to live

Walk to his grave,
View of his stone
into the streets of nothing
The downtrodden man,
asleep and alone,
with no one to care
and no one to see

Society drained
Welfare driven
Homeless people
Nothing given

Trashcan warmth
Starved to see
Ragged shoes
Nothing's free

Under the bridge
Walk by wonders
Not a glance
Nothing ponders

Bread line trays
Children cry
Hold their hands
Nothing sighs

Cardboard bed
Rain soaked leak
Covered in plastic
Everything's meek

Cruelty stumbles
****** up ways
Lie in stupor
Hunger for days