there out upon the street laying cold and infirmed troubles abound and pound the heart as he struggles to keep warm and we all pass and barely see almost wish he wasn't there without much thought a thought slips by 'if they only all disappeared'

broken bleeding hearts and minds circumstance overtook their lives perhaps they may have stumbled but some are just knocked down in strife and we all gather at our work we all gather with our peers seems as though we'd not much care if they just disappeared

disappeared

slipping between the cracks the chasms in our hearts falling fast and falling far It all seems just so "hard" but the ailing spirits of our brothers what are they to do?? if no hands reach to give them love who will if not me or you

with dying spirits they try to live like beautiful flowers in the frost desperately seeking some reprieve these, the broken and the lost and more tragic than their lives perhaps a moment to peel back our veneer it may be us who have really lost a heart that's disappeared

disappeared