Go from town to town,
No one knows Im around...
Walking with the beat up bag,
Its flung over my shoulder.
My hair unwashed unkept,
My eyes hold secrets of the past...
From tormented abuse,
To regular everyday pain,
To calling myself stupid,
To taking all the blame...
Now here I am,
Drifting from place to place,
Not knowing where Im going,
Or to whom I belong... |