There must be a better way
By oomasangels
I walk these lonely streets in fear, I see the pain the hurt and tears, I hate the way that I feel in side I’m scared. And I would sell my soul for a warm place to lay, to rest my tired and weary body I’ve got to get away……I’ve got to get away There’s Nelly on the corner selling flowers by the store, her old and tired body wont take very much more. and there comes Willy looking for tin cans with his worn and weathered hands his life will never mean very much more, And they would sell there souls for a warm place to lay, to rest their tired and weary bodies they’ve got to get away……. They’ve got to get away Now the weather wet and cold has claimed their tired weary souls, The time has come to soar my friends they will never hurt again, Because they sold their souls for a warm place to lay, To rest their tired and weary bodies they had to get away. They took there lives today.…They took their lives today. There must be a better way! Written June 29th, 2001 © on Jun 29 2001 05:16 PM PST 0 • 1
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"I walk these lonely streets in fear, I see the pain the hurt and tears,..."