Every day we're hungry, thirsty, cold.
Looking for protection
to survive another day.
Days go by we're tired out and old.
cans hold our collections
under newspapers and rags.
And though your gaze turns back to piles of gold
we still need protection
even when you look away.
Jan 30, 2012
Jan 30, 2012 at 11:00 PM UTC
Every day we're hungry, thirsty, cold.
Looking for protection
to survive another day.
Days go by we're tired out and old.
cans hold our collections
under newspapers and rags.
And though your gaze turns back to piles of gold
we still need protection
even when you look away.
