A man walk towards the bright light
Lighting a cigarette as he moved on
Thinking about his messed up life
Mistakes he made since he was born.

The street was quiet and empty
The night was filled with stars
His hands were very filthy
His body filled with deep scars

He was a total mess outside
Inside his heart kept on going
To him life is not a joy ride
Where people go on singing

The problems were always there
Playing tricks on people everyday
It is a burden we all must bear
Did anybody said that life was fair