Walking out 'upon-the-grass,'
found myself a-lone.
Roses, trees, the walking paths,
a second sort of home.

How did,
how did I...
How did I get this way?

People in the park at night,
find themselves a-lone.
People in the park at night,
wandering, -no home.
Silhouetted moving shades,
invisible by day.
People in the park at night,
-not people now they say.
and they,
they are...
-just wandering away,
-wandering away.

Laying up against the Oak,
Father I am home.
Open skies, see stars amass,
I am not a-lone?
Why was this my destined path?

How did I get this way?

People in the park at night,
they are not a-lone.
People in the park at night,
WAN-DER-ING BUT HOME.
Silhouetted moving shades,
invisible by day.
People in the park at night,
-not people now they say!
PEOPLE IN THE PARK AT NIGHT,
lost along the way.
SLEEPING IN THE PARK TO-NIGHT,
crumbling; they fray.

Lord why?
why are things...
why are things...
Why are things this way?

Falling from this life at last,
found I'm not alone?
Jesus came to see me pass,
said

"Nev-ver were you a-lone."

People in the park at night,
see themselves a-lone.
People in the park to-night,
not wandering but home...

Never are they alone.

You was like,
need your help...
I was: Yes,

Help you Odo-Ban
and ***** jeans
my only soap.

Help you Odo-Ban
and ***** jeans
my only soap.

EAT MY BISCUITS!
u V p
***(K)

Those my biscuits,
Ban-dana Jean...
my comely soap.

(k) NIGHTED

Help you Odo-Ban
and ***** jeans
my only soap.

"At first it is not so bad...
...the freedom, that's the way you see it.
Then the other things start happening."

The consequences of freedom...

"You tell yourself,
I live on the street,
this is what happens,
bad things too...
can't let IT get you down?"

The consequences of freedom...

Free...

To be or not to be...

beaten
*****
ripped-off
arrested
humiliated
tortured
­manipulated
hunted
abused
sad

To Be or Not to Be...

That is  

'A'

question
                      -for a Street Kid?

anger
                      so much anger

more and more
anger.

-so-

I
become,
RAGE

. . .the supply appears to be unlimited.

The heat of the Sun,
is just an illu-sion.
The heat of the Sun,
is just something they say.

THE HEAT OF THE SUN!
...heat of the sun,
...heat of the sun,
...of the Su-uh-un.

We're walk-ing in light,
light of the allu-sion,
Pinion's of the fire now,
-pin me to the ground.
Laying here in the light,
surrounded by the con-fusion.

The heat of the Sun,
is just an illu-sion.
The heat of the Sun,
is just something they say.

THE HEAT OF THE SUN!
...heat of the sun,
...heat of the sun,
...of the Su-uh-un.

Arise from the ash-es,
the dawning a new one,
Fire-sticks always turn-ing,
spin-ning with no sound?
STAND-ING WHILE ON FIRE!
feathery ashes, -***** the light.
Night of the allu-sion,
all the pain and confusion,
They two be-come fusion,
is just something they say!

The heat of the Sun,
is just an illu-sion.
The heat of the Sun,
is just something at day.*

THE HEAT OF THE SUN!
...heat of the sun,
...heat of the sun,
...of the Su-uh-un.

THE HEAT OF THE SUN!
IS JUST SOMETHING THEY SAY!
THE HEAT OF THE SUN!
IT DIES WITH THE DAY!
HEAT OF THE SUN,
HEAT OF THE SUN,
HEAT OF THE SUN,

...heat of the Su-uh-un...