Walking
Not sure where the road leads
lakes ,Seas
And long buldings I like
For where I come from there is no such beauty
Bombs fly around
Hunger sings to me
left to be safer
and to make a living
Some say I am a chancer
a scrounger
a thieve
an idler
a dilly-dallier
a cutthroat
a raddled
Most want me to live this new home
But I have no where to go
I am just trying to make a living
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