Cold nights, Semi-warm days
Sitting here for what seems like light years
Watching dozens and dozens just pass by
Like I’m invisible or just don’t exist
But why? Why do they proceed on?
Is because I'm not as fortunate as them or is it something more?
I don't ask for much
Just spare change that is all
But yet they still pass by
What do they think I will use it for
Do they think I'll use it for something bad?
Something good? Something evil?
All I want is to get rid of this hunger
Get rid of this chill
Have something warm to keep my heart filled
Something to keep me satisfied
But no, no one can see
The pain that is hidden so deep