12 Jun 2007 07:40 pm
Walking thru the life in the street
Nothing is much harder than to keep
Your head from bowing low from the strain
Your faith, hope and love from getting strained
Down to far down
Running ‘round
Not too proud
Lazy, feeling eighty
Much too hasty
And let down
Waiting to see someone make it go
Cutting thru the muck much to slow
Give me another dime says a man
Who says this every morning
Since I was a lad
Shrouds bring them down
Going now, I will plow
Many of us angry
We will not stand it
Out times now