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Created on: March 17, 2008
"The man who knows nothing but the streets"
I wake up every morning moaning the same blues
who am i and why am i doing here
I left the old life i used to know payed all those old dues
Stepped up and took responsibility for what i fear
But now i still back on those alleys
I told my self i wouldn't Come to you when i am down
Living a lie
Afraid for my life don't know if I'm living or dead searching for a rebound
Asking the lord why
What is life if no one there to tell you
I token what this world has to offer
I gave care when care for
I stuck it out a day or so i was sure
Had opportunities when they were open still don't know what's in-store
Laying down in the middle of a crowd on my knees
I can't deny who i am and say this is all that you see
To get you to believe that's all that we need
This is all that we will ever be
Don't believe in everything that you read
There is much more for me too do
I was brought to a world that had nothing
But to walk across miles of pavement to seek to find dry land to grow
They wouldn't feel so kindly to me had i had something to bring
They wouldn't help me though
But i would have known someone out there really cared
I walked alone many time down these roads
and all i could see is a way out
Anyone that was out there that could help carry some of my loads
so much i didn't know anything about
But i knew what i was thinking of
I saw a bright,Meaningful,caring being who gives
Tells me right when i know I'm wrong
Believes in me and trust that our life's still lives
Knows that are love still belongs
Not In the distance For i stared
On the streets i'm me without it everything you want me to be
I'm with you ,rested,forgiving,trusting,Sharing,Knowing who i really am
True on the streets everything that i am and free
But without sharing it with a guy that i am
It would be hard to find someone else to love
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