A Shelter on the street corner –

a place to lay my head at night.

I’m  not complainin’ – not tonight.

I’m off the street, and growin’ old.

My roommate asleep in the corner.

She doesn’t know I don’t care

who she loves – she does though.

I can’t find the words to share –

rhymin’ my lines instead.

I’ll  keep quiet til morning.

I’m off the street, and growin’ old.

A shelter against the world –

A refuge from cold reality.

Alone with my thoughts in the dark.

Another day, another chance

to makes things right gone by.

Better luck tomorrow, she says.

Does she know something I don’t?

She’s not sharin’ her secret.

Her lips closed in conviction.

I’ve seen that look before, but where?

My mind shaken like a baby’s rattle.

I knew her once, a long time ago.

I liked her too – she stood without…