A gentle heart, a warm soul, he stands frozen with nowhere to go.
He travels in the night and sleeps in the day, this man has to lay down low.
He just wants to be lived, he wants a friend to believe in.
His strength has given up, in this life he's heading to, you do not win.
Sadness surrounds him and black clouds follow the path he walks.
Around him are sirens, and for every step you take you must watch your back.
People step over you and people talk.
This man wakes up and goes to bed with loneliness in his heart.
Why can't he find love, a wandering soul, a tear drop falls, this man is falling apart.
He's just another face in the crowd.
Another man who couldn't face being alone again.
He's been through abuse over and over again.
Someone help him for crying out loud, he was too young to bring his life to an end, all he wanted was a friend.
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