Your hands are wrinkled and old
Leathered, scarred and faded
Your breath clouds; you are cold
When did life become so jaded?
You probably have no home
Unless of course you do
Either way, you are alone
With nobody to go to
I wonder how it feels
To sleep out on the street
Your mind probably reels
Your hands cold; and your feet
Of course, I can relate
To the absence of a friend
For me, it's no debate
I've come now to my end
You see, I'm much like you
Far more than you think
My companions are ever few
Numbness is my drink
I used to sit on sidewalks
I used to laugh and sing
I used to enjoy long talks
But now this is a petty thing
Death is the greatest journey
So they all will say
I stretched out on the gurney
Now I've flown away
I'd tell you it's no joy
Alas, you cannot hear me
For you are just a boy
So new, so young, so free
Enjoy life while you can
Or else you shall regret it
As I did when I ran
And fell into the pit
I've been around for ages
I've been watching you
I sit here in my cages
And pray you don't come, too
For here it's dark and lonely
Far worse than you know
You may think you're homely
But, to me, you glow
Life is the greatest blessing
Pray, don't throw it away!
As I did when I was guessing
At the darkest game to play
