Eyes of sorrow. (a collaboration gg78& Pierrethemad)

Times are hard  
and these streets are unforgiving  
But, if we could afford it,  
We'd have a Welcome mat  
lovingly displayed at the entrance to our hovel  

With a nice warm bed where we could actually make love, The dirty mattress we share in the backlot alley  
Is lovely, we've made it our home
It just doesn't fit anymore.  
We're getting old these streets have tattered us out

It is true, we are wearied and stricken by poverty
But our wealth comes from far beyond the baubles and emptiness
that this kingdom of fools has to offer
I think this to myself as I look at her,
as we tidy up our rickety lean-to
and she is smiling and humming a chipper tune

Staying strong, and living day to day
Is the only way
Sometimes I look at him and feel like I've been pierced to my soul
His eyes so distant, so cold
Blaming himself for all our strife
It doesn't matter, I'd do it all over the same
Without him I wouldn't last a day

Going through the motions
Treading vast, cold waters,
I come back to wondering what is the point of all of this?
Why must people suffer so?
Why must we suffer so?
I grip the dirty sheet so hard my knuckles go numb
Then I look up and see her,
and she's looking at me with those big, beautiful browns
Suddenly, the motions don't seem so pointless
Supper time is nearing
So I give her a smile,
grab my cup and head out to the crowd.