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We carry the cross till teh endo f the road, but it is worth it!
It was cold and my mind was trapped someplace in the day
Soft and sensuous she wrapped her self into my arms I accepted
The street coughed up another in the street lonely lost to self
To feel or not is a question there is only a need of survival
Children turn to adults and adults turn to whoever will feed them
The soup kitchen held the smells of youth and the heaven waiting
Wrapping myself into the bowl I let my mind wander to warm love
Each taste savored as if I was making the sweetest of love satisfying
Belly full I found a warm spot the wool blanket comforted both of us
Dreamed us kitchen where the milk and honey did flow in rivers
As day broke across the floor gave up our spot to an old man and boy
Pulled up the last of the night about us and melted into the street
Watched the sun lift itself over the trees lining the park pond and benches
Ducks swim in patterns searching for the reason dipping now and then for breakfast
Spoke softly in her ear and talked of days gone to hell she smiled and shared last sip
Dad places his hand on my shoulder leads us to a place where the sun is warm
Talks to me of the wages of sin the burning pain of hell the wonder of forgiveness
I let him lead us to the pews in the church lights us each a candle and prays
She fits tightly into my arm and we let the world slide to where it may
Rest and comfort has a price that I am not willing to pay just yet I walk back to the street
Dad takes her home till the next time she can not live in the confines of rules
me living is a place that reaches to the world I seek and hope to find freedom
Days to days and nights are places to hide the expectations of a world of questions
As the music of the street calls me I wander seeking the sign of place intended to go
Months of living in the shadows of society expected need I find my way home
Mom is off the Sherry and welcomes me to the place she calls house of rest
Dad takes me to a room he calls my own resting place in basement damp but home
Eyes close on a life that has made me better for the journey broke the bottle flushed the pill
Joined the rest for a period to keep the hunger at bay and fit into the accomplishment room
Hard as nails I clean up the face and body appearance return to the school of formal learning
I buried my parents a while back the fire is back in the pit of my stomach crying for payment
I push it aside and walk my son to school first step into the formal life and survival in the world
Sing him songs late into the night rock his mind and body in melody learned in the real world
Add a bit of God to keep him in the pack and allow his soul to seek with out being lost
Responsible and now a pillar of society the bond is as strong as the world I came from
She holds me in the night when the dreams and mind overcome the pain in my brain
Friends left in the field of death crying for the sun to meet their eyes but only dark takes them
Clean now it seems that all of my dreams have come to true light all I ever wanted in reach
They walk the path a bit better than mine souls filled with the spirit each seeking and finding hope
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