Street Survivors...
Thursday, October 4, 2007 8:50:54 AM
You take your leave of meBut I never really get to leave
I am a street survivor
Making it through another day
Eating of your remains
Sleeping under your shelter
Living in your shadows
Making it through another day
If you smile at me
I will run away scared
Relying only on my instinct to survive
Making it through another day
No romance, no love at sight
Only fatigue and never ending appetite
Drinking of the rain and always on the roam
I'm a street survivor, won't you take me home?
by glad..














myrainy # Thursday, October 4, 2007 10:14:43 PM
say me, which bridge is best
•°o.O Uyku Perisi O.o°•Serra Nil # Friday, October 5, 2007 10:31:02 AM
nevermore my home, my sweet sweet home... i never give up my dear family
yes, being a street survivor is really abusive, but despite everything I miss my mom, dad and brother.. and like the line of the poem, i whisper with tears "Won't anybody take me home?"
myrainy # Friday, October 5, 2007 8:56:52 PM
maybe you think as you never think that much in your life..especially, in the rain