A little song that I wrote.

I sit in the midst of a crowded street.

Im hungry. I aint got nuthin to eat.

Gotta cry. Can I borrow your shoulder?

Weathers cold. But the people are colder.

 

He doesnt look you in the eye,

cuz his name is "passerby."

He grew wings n, he would fly,

fore he sees the tears I cry.

 

How did I end up in the ditch of hell?

Gotta tell you. Gotta story to tell.

Well, I "tripped!" n I fell. Deep, the abyss.

Thats how you end up in a place like this.

 

The way out of Limbos, no way at all.

Im to blame; but even angels do fall.

Goes in a circle. Dude cannot escape!

Stare at your depression. Watch it take shape.

 

He doesnt look you in the eye,

cuz his name is "passerby."

He grew wings n, he would fly,

fore he sees the tears I cry.

 

I was lost so hopelessly.

He gave me his poetry.

We ignore him openly.

Cuz his name is "nobody."

 

N dyin, I heard a voice in the night.

N it begged me to come...into the light.

The skies burst up. I was surprised to see: O!

Theres an...angel...watchin over me...