Vagrant

Teetering on the edge
Of becoming a vagrant
I’m searching for a home in every hole
Cursing my sensitivity a hell of a distance
Craving a little more opposition to stroll
What am I doing in these corners
Where nobody ever goes
Except the city’s lost sons and daughters
Are we all up for disposal?
Let me know
Wavering on the edge
Of becoming latent
Does a heart have to be whole?
Cursing my naivety I know I’m a fool
Believing everything that shines is gold
What am I doing in these corners
Where nobody ever goes
Except the city’s lost sons and daughters
Are we all up for disposal?
Let me know
Are we All
Teetering on the edge
Of becoming a vagrant
I’m searching for a home in every hole
Cursing my sensitivity a hell of a distance
Frightened by the peril in the barrel I saw the shooting hole
What am I doing in these corners
Where nobody ever goes
Except the city’s lost sons and daughters
Are we all up for disposal?
Let me know