Writing on a little piece of paper in the park,

I’m not illiterate, as people would assume.

Sad sad life I live,

Finally made it up the mountains,

To the mile high city.

All I’ve had to eat was a can of cold chili,

Hope I can find somewhere to stay tonight.

Bad bad taste in my mouth,

Finally made up my mind,

In the mile high city.

I miss having a secure life,

People are so mean now…

I thought I wanted to be free,

I’d rather just be safe.

This is no way to live…

Such a colorful day,

A would-be lunchtime near a passing train.

I thought I wanted to hop those,

I’d rather just find home.

This is no way to live…

Left my old life to start anew,

Didn’t know I had so much to lose.

Moved on up for a higher view,

Fell out the window onto a noose.

It’s so hard to find a place,

Everyone closes the door on me,

Just like it was closed on unborn Jesus.

It’s so hard to find a place to stay,

I was born with one,
Why on earth did I give it up?

I can’t go back to my old life from this hole,

I hate being needy; I’m such a mess.

Would somebody take pity on this poor soul?

God bless everyone, who wouldn’t, regardless… God bless.