BLEAK STREET

A multitude of people pass me by
 I can never look them in the eye
 My heart is broken, my spirit is in distress
 I have no job, money, or address
 Most of the causes of my unhappiness

 I smell, I need a shave
 Yet there is nothing that I crave
 I'm hungry, lonely and sad, a tear is shed
 No-one will miss me, when I'm dead
 As I lay forgotten, in my wormy bed

 I think to myself, my thoughts are loud
 People ignore me, I'm lost in the crowd
 I beg, I plead, I'm in serious need
 I'm given ten pesetas, in which to satisfy my greed
 Life can be such a bitter seed

 My only friend, a dog,died yesterday
 Phoenix in name only, had nothing to say
 Killed by a double-decker bus
 No-one knew why I made so much fuss
 Blind to my grief, all seemingly, non-plus

 It's now raining, I can shed some tears
 Sympathy and guilt money, I can beg a few beers
 I'll get drunk as a skunk, and high as a kite
 And things for a moment, will seem alright
 Until I awaken, in the middle of a cold, cold, night

 I once had a cardboard -box home, in town
 Until a political wolf, blew it all down
 I have dreams of better times to come
 When I will have a job, a wife, a home
 Yet I know in my heart, I am destined to roam

by Jemia