I walk the streets at night,
I run the greenest grasses of the far mountains,
I swim the great seas,
and nobody knows this,
I climb the highest peaks to see the world,
and nobody look to see me,
Or never care to recognize me when I down there,
where do I belong,
where should I stay,
the trees welcome me,
they give shade,
and good to sleep on,
than the streets for me,
a bit freaky,
but anyone can be loved right?
where can I go,
where will I be,
In this great big world of danger and misery,
where we need persons,
to look out when needy,
well I needy,
where shall I go,
where,
nowhere to belong,
for the street crazy man.
