Ive been sent out ,
From the place where i have lived,
Now i live in a box beside a bridge,
The shirt on my shoulders the shoes on my feet,
These are the only things left to me,
I walk through this wasteland where it never snows,
The sun beat down and burned my clothes,
I still wish i had some things that I've lost,
Yet paying whats owed and owning the cost,
Is the price that is eventually paid,
And here now i stay kneel here and pray,
For things they must get better.
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 10:57 PM UTC
Ive been sent out ,
From the place where i have lived,
Now i live in a box beside a bridge,
The shirt on my shoulders the shoes on my feet,
These are the only things left to me,
I walk through this wasteland where it never snows,
The sun beat down and burned my clothes,
I still wish i had some things that I've lost,
Yet paying whats owed and owning the cost,
Is the price that is eventually paid,
And here now i stay kneel here and pray,
For things they must get better.
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