The rain to the storm
The hand of a strong man
And a woman's lovely thighs
Sitting alone
With my little mind
Committed to the grind
Of a simple type of life
The bus will be here in five
Aluminum under my ****
Cold and not too dry
A little water doesn't
Get my eye
To blink one time
Eyes drift off
Not one thing they find
Some thoughts in mind
What is love?
Oh my
The old question
Answered without words
Cause words are not enough
To describe
But my mind
Howls all the time
At love's moonlight
Cause nothing is a fine
False love is a missed crime
Bus should be here soon
Be alert don't let it pass by
It always comes at nine
Haven't missed it
For a long time
Drift off again in my mind
Certain ones can be cold
Others would like warm arms to hold
Pity for the theif
Crippled for his sins
Sitting on the bench
Only difference between him and me
Is no one did see
My deeds
Which were not so sweet
Not so kind
Rude type
When hunger was all that was on my mind
The bus did arrive at nine
At the time
But I was not there to abide
Sitting at the bus stop
Now i'm always on time.