Vagabond Dreams
I rose in the dawn of a day that was calling
With mother and father, sister and Van
The kitchen was cozy with mom and her cooking
And I was a cog in her mealtime plan
The bacon was frying and pancakes were flipping
The hashbrown potatoes were steaming and hot
The smell of the kitchen was stirring my cravings
For something delicious and straight from the pot
I woke up somewhere in a park that was nowhere
The blanket around me was ragged and torn
The hunger within me was gnawing inside me
And I was the smell of a young woman's scorn
Oh vagabond dreams are my only companion
My only amigo in trouble and strife
And though my new troubles are only beginning
These vagabond dreams are my calling in life
I ran from the hurt when my daddy disowned me
A boy of sixteen with a sky full of rain
With only a rainbow to color my future
And vagabond dreams for my pleasure and pain.
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