A TRAMPS LIFE

A TRAMPS LIFE

Damp cold and so alone,
Alone and here I lye
Time again to forsake my soul
Time again to play my role,
For I must do these deeds of wrong,
To live, to feed, to just survive,
The night it calls
Blinded misguided,
I do what I do, just to survive,
Pita patter echo from within my hide,
The clouds pour tears
Yet mine are dry,

Damp cold and so alone,
Friends are lost, in the mire of time
But strangers lurk and sneer close by,
Thoughts have I,"But" hopes have died
Long days and cold nights are all that keep me alive,

Lost cold and so alone,
Time to go, I hear them cry,
Cardboard city is-well its home, and it's where I lye,
So judge me not, when you next walk by,
This meager existence is mine

Lost cold and so alone,
A time for living
A time to cry
A time to ponder the reasons why,
A time of thought
A time of guilt,
And shame,
Whose time, yours - mine,
Come look inside and find my light,
For it is said that the stars shine bright,
But lost am I, deep down inside,
Burdened by thoughts of
Passed and present,
Will you be my light,
Will you be my guild,
Come and I will let you inside,

But yet no-one comes,
No-one cares
No-one sees me sitting there,
Where you may ask, there under those stairs
To the right of the stars,
Under the dark lonely skies
Who cares, they cry,
I suppose not you,..Nor I_