I talked to a wide-eyed man on the street
Hands shaking muttering to himself
He said he was all alone with no one
Who thought the way that he did, no one who listened
He said all you people with your houses to go to
I have to live out here
Then he stood up, walked away, left me sitting
Little said, nothing changed
CHORUS
There’s some that we can’t save
I saw my uncle, my cousin in that man
All those that died on the street
Minds addled, thought obtuse, unable to connect
Their trauma slowly leading them to the end
Bridge
It’s easy to lose heart when you know all your
Talking will do no good and even if you took them home
They’d learn to fear you and the hospitals
They do them harm, the medication dulls their eyes
The world ignores them, no wonder
They escape
CHORUS
And we all strive for the light
But the darkness has its roots around us
Nestling us in the warmth of its decay “
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