It started many years ago.. Many have come and gone.. No expectations, nothing to lose.. Put out a few thoughts.. Shook up some lives.. Not like a role model, more like a friend..
I stand witness of destruction in the streets.. Blood shed in the city. Shots ring over seas.. I stand witness of a broken world, of a dying world. On it's way to self-destruction..
Desolate and dark is the town where I am found.. No money in my pocket. Broken down and cold.. I won't let it get me down.. . The cold is breaking through.