10/16/04 The Day I Drank With a Homeless Man

Tears fall down
Upon my cheek

Holding clues
Of the weak

Take with them
My soul they steal

Twilight hour
My mind their meal

From cradle pain
Till the end

Ever more
Message send

Crimson red
Color thee

Fill an ocean
Drowning me

Sinking deep
From the light

To the surface
I must fight

Closing in
Darkness hold

Sound is mute
Heart is sold

Homeless man
I met today

Loving words
For me he pray

Go home he said
Be with your wife

Your glass is filled
Thank god your life
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