Grind
Here I am homeless
Sometimes shoeless
I really have nothing to show
People look down on me wherever I go
I don't mind
I will soon leave them behind
Never had much
No loving touch
Most of life
I have lived among strife
Of my own making
Due to the chances I was taking
I dream
But it would seem
Never to reach any higher
Never to satisfy this desire
Put out the fire
I write
Sometimes all night
Life hasn't been kind
Don't wish for no rewind
Once was enough
Still I hang tough
No where left to go
Nothing left to show
Never to live the dream
It would seem
I'm reaching my end
Spin is starting to bend
Never to give in
Yet never to win
No don't mind
Hate the grind
Go with the flow
It is all I know
Out in the cold
As I grow old
Lost soul
Survival my goal
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