Lived Ones

Mar 11, 2008 - 20:16 PM PST

Sitting on some steps
Dressed in rags
His eye's fixed on you
And Like so many others
You pass him
And reach for some change
But all he wants is company
Someone to share his pain
At heart a romantic
He found his true love
And they were married at twenty
But life hit hard
And problems were plenty
Then he had an affair
Found his second true love, Alcohol
Just a shot to take the edge off
Then one or two more
Ashamed of her lover, she tried to ignore
Then one day she was gone
A bottle in her place
And now he sits
Drinking listerine to take the edge off
The cold of winter and a broken heart
Never seems to go away

On the corner
Strumming and singing at the top of his lungs
Sits a man
Guitar case open, loose change inside
To many his music sounds like noise
But if you listen, its soul
A man taken away by music
His guitar was the only constant thing in life
Had Two kids and a wife
And he had lost a lot of pride
Because he couldn't provide
And then they left
And the loss of love seemed a theft
His clothes and guitar, all he had
Because of sly business men and record deals gone bad
But he doesn't give up
He's just a man out of luck
Will he ever run out of material
Probably not
Because the man may bleed red, that's true
But its evident
On the inside he's blue