homeless, by sparkinsparksville Subscribe to rss feed for sparkinsparksville

he wants more and gives less
comes in my life and leaves a mess

those green papers in his hand 
are things i can't understand

my father says i mustn't complain
for what he gives is all we can take

he took my house and took my land
he left those green papers in my hand

now my life is on a street 
that's where i live, sleep and eat.
Posted: 2012-07-12 09:54:19 UTC

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2012-08-10 16:52:38Amrit
Good one..