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starved For Destination, A Beggar Man By Trade
a Desperate Man Needs More Than Someone Else To Blame
friendless It Appears, He Hides Behind His Tears
for Things He's Lost, For Things He's Never Had

the Forgotten Man Wanders, Misplaced In The World
obscurity Is All The Eye Can See

all Alone, Again
as We Just Pass On By And Continue With Our Day
can We Appraise The Quality Of Life Some Other Way

all Alone, Again

when You Take A Longer Look At Someone On The Run
you May See Reflections Of Yourself Becoming One
take An Extra Moment When You Find Yourself At Peace
to Think About Your Values And Your Own Affluency
everything You've Worked For And Everything You've Done
may Be Thrown By The Wayside, And You're Not The Only One
everything Around You May Seem Worn And Overused
but Imagine Yourself Removed From All You're Used To

once A Very Influential Man, Once Was In His Prime
spends His Days Repeating Lines Like 'can You Spare A Dime'
shunned By Those Who Loved You And By Those Who Were Your Friends
can You Adjust To A Different Life Of Living On The Edge
the Destitute Find Meaning In A Different Way Of Life
the Doorways That They Dwell In For Shelter In The Night
no Shining Crystal Possessions Set Out For His Display
his Purpose Is To Find The Food To Get Him Through The Day

roaming Aimless Through The Streets Of Supply And Demand
once A Gypsy Disconnected No More Future Plans
self Discarded King Of Ruin Worthless To The World
fight To Keep His Sanity His Voice Is Never Heard

he Staggers Down The Alley To Drink His Spirits By Himself
as He Prays To God That He Wakes Up Somewhere Else