Rain upon him, each day the same
Gold of pavement disguises lies
Head down, himself to blame
Only his tears he cries
Fear of self, why should others care
Sign pleads to fill his cap
Looking for hand that isn’t there
Mind drawing map
No sole, no soul
Stain’s that linger
Life without goal
Visions of pointed finger
What is in his mind?
What is so hard to find?
Someone was unkind
Bottle blurs his mind
Give hand
Make a stand
You have also walked in sand
Allow your smile to land
