Hot Stew

When I was a young guy With my head stuck in the sky For everything a why Fought with my pen Since I can't remember when Mother says I was a born writer But turned out I was a fighter Always pulling an all nighter Long days Maybe my evil ways Kept me always on the go I was not someone you got to know My heart I didn't show The world was mine No light I cared to shine Living in a world I didn't want So many bad memories that haunt My lifes one lonely flaw Is living unsaw But I learned maybe that was good When your misunderstood So many like me Out there to people not to see A lonely life that turns out to be So many walking the street Head down in defeat Living from day to day Never knowing what to say No where to stay Shivering through the night Hard to see the light When life's such a fight Life and people pass me by Never to see the tear I cry I try to not bow in defeat When I'm looked down on as just more trash in the street I have a heart Even though my life has fallen apart The hard fight So many a cold night One slowly loses the will to fight Standing in the rain Lost in the pain You walk on by don't even look Lost in your own little nook I am standing there No one seems to care Do they even dare The world of today Lost is the way Those that are kind So hard to find Nothing new Covered in morning dew Wishing for some hot stew This is life Self made strife Of the broken mind Peace so hard to find When no one can be kind