On this Hallows Eve I write to you.
All things gone bad, this life it’s true.
I speak of pain, and hurt you see.
The anger, the envy, the lies, it surrounds me.
What have I done to live one more day.
Why don’t you take me, take me away.
Away from the lie that I have called my life.
The suffering, the crying, my pain, my strife.
Oh God don’t you hear me… have you turned me away.
My life has gone down this road, gone astray.
I live in this box out here on the street.
I am poor, I am cold, I have nothing to eat.
Here I sit a homeless man with no hope.
Abandoned, alone, nothing but me and my dope.
Hey, I see you there, yes you looking at me!
The shame in your eyes, I’m not blind I can see!
Maybe if you did not push me away,
into this gutter like one of your strays.
I never got the chance to live life as you do.
I am the forgotten, the scum, the untrue.
Next time you see one of my kind,
I will be gone, but don’t you be so blind.
Show him compassion, you don’t know how he got here.
Love your fellow bretheren no matter where.