Homeless
lam a madman and my head is spinning
At times it feels like hell even when lm slpeeping
The claws of darkness deep deeply in my burning heart
My soul from me pleads to depart
My head tells me someday my numb lips will smile
And mornings to me will be divine
It rains harder on me then its snowing
In those days l hear God's voice calling
"Homeless man Homeless man stop your tears from falling"
All the poverty will be gone
Its just a matter of time
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