Crazy Man On the Street

Their life is an art An abstract one A trash with a heart We call them crazy man With two bare feet they walk In a cruel street of life Skin are burned, clothes are torn In a tortured state of mind They dance with the rain Sing under the sun To ease those lil’ pain Their world is frustrations and fun They smile so often, ain’t see them crying Some are cursing, some are praying Haunted scars tattooed on their skin Tells us a secret, a hollow legend Skinny structure with a hungry soul Going somewhere with uncertain goal Ash colored face in a crowded place Walking through life’s unending maze Their past is a mystery We know nothing about their story They are judged, they don’t care We judge them and it’s unfair