Empty Pockets And Broken Dreams

Empty pockets and broken dreams
No jingle in my jeans when I walk
My head has a vacancy between my ears
No real structure in there of which to talk.

My one good thing? Freedom!
It comes with no strings attached
No pressure thrust upon me any more
Just a head full of dreams unhatched.

Wind is free as is the rain
The sweltering heat of the Sun
Hills and trees are all welcoming to me
Who said you need cash to have fun?

My dreams lay shattered on the floor like a jigsaw
All of the peices? They won't connect
Maybe though it's better this way?
For I have a huge heart to protect...

My wallet constantly weeps to be fed
It don't matter that in my pocket there's a hole
Got just enough money to survive on
A little bit more than being on the dole...

Empty pockets and broken dreams...?
Just give me fresh air that I can breathe
A warm bed to sleep in every night
And a dream in my heart to believe...!