xtrememeow

Here in this lonely City
I have no place to call my home
No Friends to share the good times
Not even good times to call my own

Sleeping in my cardboard castle
As the rain drenches my feet
This rotting log my pillow
This tattered sweater my sheet

Could you spare a dollar mister
For a helpless person on the streets
I won't spend it on beer or liquor
I just desperately need to eat