A Night At The Park


Grass green and wet from the evening dew
He run his fingers through the blades and wonder blue
Under the lights of the night fall lamps
People pass him bye and mumble that's a tramp
Cloths wet while stomach growl
This poor soul is hungry right now
I picture the tears as they roll down his face
He prays to God how did I end up this way
Next to the tennis court as he lay in the cold
Know one gives a dam about him being old
All he owns is the cloths he bare
My sleepless nights knowing that's my brother laying there

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