Going through life's history
I see this man staring back at me
with beady eyes as black as black can be

And when I wonder what he thinks
all I can see are the streets

No warmth just cold
When people see him they scold

Finding happiness nowhere
while finding death everywhere

Streets are where I belong
Sometimes sleeping on the earth's hard ground
wondering where my life has gone

Going through life's history
I see a man staring back at me
wondering where happiness might be