I walk a road somewhere
a road that sometimes leads me
here but more often there,out
in the nowhere.
I see each day in monochrome,grey men,grey streets and if I had a home it would be grey.
Once, I can't remember when but when the world was not so full of grey and men who don't allow the homeless ones to have a say, I walked a different road, flowed easily among and down the streets upon which I met and still meet eyes full of disgust or a feigned surprise,and 'nice to see you's' on their lips
(yeah like I believe that lies are true)

The road like ice can make you slip,trip over,fall underneath the feet that pass you by,
you can cry,you can moan it won't get you a home,it's some sort of 'sods law' when every door you try is locked.
I think it's time we knocked this government into line,there's more at stake here than what we know,
you may want to watch your children grow
to watch beggars standing for handouts from food banks
I don't
no thanks.

I walk a road somewhere,
this road I walk is there inside of you and you can walk it too
or have you already seen it,been there and walked down it,fell and skinned your knees and rose from it,forgot about it?
it's still there
sometime
somewhere.