Going through life's history
I see this man staring back at me
with beady eyes as black as black can be
And when I wonder what he thinks
all I can see are the streets
No warmth just cold
When people see him they scold
Finding happiness nowhere
while finding death everywhere
Streets are where I belong
Sometimes sleeping on the earth's hard ground
wondering where my life has gone
Going through life's history
I see a man staring back at me
wondering where happiness might be
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 4:08 PM UTC
Going through life's history
I see this man staring back at me
with beady eyes as black as black can be
And when I wonder what he thinks
all I can see are the streets
No warmth just cold
When people see him they scold
Finding happiness nowhere
while finding death everywhere
Streets are where I belong
Sometimes sleeping on the earth's hard ground
wondering where my life has gone
Going through life's history
I see a man staring back at me
wondering where happiness might be
