Helping Hands
A mysterious silhouette
On the corner of the street
Naked in the blistering cold
Hidden in the dim dark
A stranger by night
Rags wrapped around his flesh
Rotten teeth flashed
In a smile
While his heart bleeds
Deep inside
A loner by day
He wanders, ponders and wonders
On this wonderful planet
That we are fucking up
No more compassion or love
Only hatred and egoïsm
Can you blame him
For wanting to be
By himself
Wherever you go
There is no one
No friendly words
No helping hands
You're on your own
Always
From the day you're born
Till the day you die
No matter how bad life gets, don't expect any helping hands
To catch you or pick you up whenever you fall down...hard...