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
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