The Hard Life

A barrel full of burning trash the homeless gather round
Afraid that they will freeze to death if they sit upon the ground
A junkie cries for his next fix another screams in pain
Either would do anything to feel the needle hit the vein
A desperate act, A knife, a cry, the flames of Hell are fanned
A pool of blood, a good man dies for the dollar in his hand
A woman with a shopping cart and everything she owns
Her begging constantly ignored by the workaholic drones
A child standing on the corner who should be in bed asleep
But instead she’s flagging down a car so she can earn her keep
A woman leaves a baby to see a man who doesn’t care
She never gives a second thought to the child left lying there
She finds the man, they have some drinks and they began to fight
At the end she’s lying dead another victim of the night
All out here are searching for something that is gone
And a baby cries for a mother who’s never coming home