Commentary On Street People

The morning breaks in splendid light The night is ancient story still And wisdom measures only sight And sorrow cankers human will I trembled cause my sun was chill A child on cold and barren streets Find scraps in garbage there he eats What dogs sniffed and left behind. I Am hungry, but crying defeats The prayer I keep until I die. ii Let me expand metered ungut rage for you For Self is all the landscape in your eyes It happens when to bone it chisels you This proud incessant screen of sugar lies The huinted dies and the haunted just sighs Apprehend nothing from our teary songs It's passe blaming God for all our wrongs Even though I starve and I'm by the door Demonized and flightless begging with songs It means that love is more rare than before