ashes to ashes
and dust to dust
that's what has become
of our
You so easily amuse
Like a pantomime
Such a silent crime
You so
I'm more afraid of living
than I am scared to die
I'm
Homeless Child
Nowhere here
to call my home
no one near
to call my
Battered and torn
still I can see the light
Tattered and worn
but
How I am strong
Is to know what makes me weak
How
Tell me do you really know
your brother man
cause a heart
Can you tell me why
you're so uptight
out of your
I could have treated you better
But you couldn't have treated
I met a girl whose heart
was on the right hand
mama why does he treat me so cold
So cold, so
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