to scrounge for food
to lie to your loved ones
to watch everyone have something you want
to cry your self to sleep
at night
cause your life is slipping through your fingers
like sand through an hour glass
pointing and smiling
whispering to each other
just out of your each
being homeless
without anywhere to go
anyone to help you
just a caring hand
to help me off this dirty curb
so i didnt have to live in that tiny cox and crate
in the back of that
dark
lonely alley
MY HIDEOUT
MY PALACE
where I can hide from the stares
where I can live the real life
