As I walk these streets at night,
My spirit wants to give up the fight,
I must be on the route,
What is my life about?
Why can't I just die?
Instead of sitting down to cry,
Picking myself up I brush off the dust,
'I must carry on I must!'
Every dark cloud has a silver lining,
The suns got to keep on shining,
To bring back some hope,
So I don't go back to the dope,
Got to wipe the slate clean,
To realise my dreams,
Escape from a minority,
In this ever increasing society,
The minority of the homeless,
Which gives our government stress,
But this minority is on the increase,
We want it on the decrease,
Give us permanent homes,
Instead of sitting on you're a**e's like garden gnomes,
For now though, this is the normality,
And when I wake up tomorrow, still having to face the harsh reality,
