Ren's Pen
The Corner
I know you see me on the streets
Although I know we will never meet
I may not look like a piece of gold
I know because I have been told
I know you never really see me
I have this paint so no one can see
I move around from corner to corner
To many I am just a foreigner
Although we live on the same road
You see me everyday out here in the cold
I dont enjoy what I do to survive
I am just trying to stay alive
See I have mouths that I must feed
We all have things that we need
I would love to be one day set free
If only someone would minister to me
Although I know we will never meet
I may not look like a piece of gold
I know because I have been told
I know you never really see me
I have this paint so no one can see
I move around from corner to corner
To many I am just a foreigner
Although we live on the same road
You see me everyday out here in the cold
I dont enjoy what I do to survive
I am just trying to stay alive
See I have mouths that I must feed
We all have things that we need
I would love to be one day set free
If only someone would minister to me
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The Corner
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