Dear Council What Do I Want

what do I want What do I want people ask me again When I say that I'm being kicked out I go to the meetings and I'm here again with a laugh and a cry and more shouts Eight years move by without much of a sigh until now when it's all ready - too late What I want is space where my soul can lie lacking gold that I'm asked to be paid for a warm night is worth more'n stars above and I can't save 'nuff gold to be worse can't live in my home nor stay with my love I start fearing my hometown is cursed What do I want? I ask you again needing help I find only within what can you do with our poor crippled folk who despair but still live in this town being lucky to sleep in a van is no joke when I laugh my own tears are profound I need peace and calm for my tired fears and my fears are for everyone's sake my own true love cant get rid of his fear even though it determines his fate what do I want for my battered life What does it matter it seems what kind of help can keep me afloat in this port filled with sad sinking dreams I want comfort, help and forgiveness and anything else you can do for I don't want escape from any o' this I will struggle to see this life through