Posted by Ted (152.163.201.76) on March 27, 2000 at 01:21:41:
Four and 30 years ago, I come into this life.
The son of a woman and a man who lived in strife.
He was tired of being poor.
And he wasn't into selling door to door
And he worked like a devil to be poor.
A different kind of poverty now upsets my soul.
Night after sleepless night I walk the floor and want to know.
Why-y-y-y am I so alone?
Where is my woman? Can I bring her home?
Have I driven her away?
Is she gone?
Morning comes the sunrise
and I'm driven to my bed.
I see that it is empty and there's devils in my head.
I embrace the many color beast
I grow weary of the torment
Can their be no peace?
And I find myself just wishing
that my life would simply cease.