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Some Bum

That man you see, On the streets he be Living with nothing to his name He holds no one to blame. You call him a bum Doesn't matter where he has come from Wasn't his choice to be on the street. Living without no heat That man you see That man is me Dreams that were mine My light did shine Once upon a time Before life became a crime I sought to reach so much higher Then life became so dire Lost all I had Made me so sad Not because I was bad Just the way it goes Who knows One day to the next Life gets taken out of text A ...I love you to late Or to early if on the first date Great I sit and make words rhyme So give me a Nickle give me a dime Give me a moment of your time I have nothing yet I have so much Sometimes hungry for the human touch I still reach so very high Failure still.makes me cry But still I try I ask still Can your heart even feel This is me this is you So true We are him We are them One moment in time A misspoken rhyme A step to late Changes of fate Love Lost Whatever the pain cost Tears in the wind Wherever they may send A kind heart That fell apart This is what life has shown what life has sown Kindness as you pass by You may be there next to cry Warmth comes from more than just heat When living on that street Don't bow out in defeat Teardrops fall Yet stand tall Life steadily changes Words rearranges Never to late To make your own fate

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