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See him on the street
He just passes by Everyone he meets Gives him the eye A man and his dreams Have not yet met We don't hear his screams Even so,we'd soon forget Grim expression on his face Once a boy from a broken home Sees the world as another place He can't call his own Considered a broken man For the life he chose Does the best he can Using every trick he knows Every day,out on the docks Wondering if it'll ever cease Hard to get out of the box Once you've signed the lease Survives on his own Plays life by ear Anywhere is home Loneliness his only fear No ties or worries To hold him down Not too many stories Told without a frown Cast away by society Because of his past Alone in a land of plenty But will it last?
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