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Mar 2016
I was sitting in the gutter
Wearing worn out clothes
My pockets were empty
Except for the holes
My shoes took in the rain
And let out my toes
Everyone would pass me
With a turned up nose
But they don,t know my story
They don't know how it goes
People would pass
With a frown on there face
Say look at that drunk
He,s such a disgrace
But I haven,t been drinking
Not since that dreadful night
When I turned the car over
And the petrol caught alight
My wife and two kids
We're asleep in the rear
They did,nt stand a chance
Yet I was thrown clear

See I was once just like them
I had a wife and two kids
But they died in a car crash
And my life'***** the skids
They still keep on passing
Some throw an odd nickel or dime
Why do they pay me
Cos they don,t know my crime
So I sit in this gutter
Day after day
Just passing my loneliest
Hours away
Sometimes I cry
Sometimes I pray
That death will come for me
To take my pain away
For I don,t fear death now
I,ve made him my friend
Cos he can take me up to heaven
To be a family man again
Written by
Thomas clark  South shields
(South shields)   
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