I came from the north,
With my strings and guitar.
My family put their hopes in me,
So I may go far.

I wander these streets,
Alone and cold.
Forgotten stories,
Never to be told.

Every corner I turn,
Every house I pass.
I see sad faces,
Who never made it.

Lonely souls,
Saddened loss.
Sadists,
Whom all is lost.*

Alas, I couldn't go far,
The streets defeated my,
Strings and guitar.

Now I watch the cars go by,
Wishing I could have has a better life.