A world of peeling paint and mildew,
Where things stop working like clapped out minds.
Looking across desolate concrete,
I wonder why hope is so hard to find,
I wonder where dreams go,
When the dreamer gives up and looks the other way
And graffittis anger on a wall
While little children play.
Striking at a broken down goal -
A crazy parody of this life.
Our ill-fitting shoes on the ripped-up felt,
Cut aspiration back down with a knife.
Bottles smashed on stairwells
And worse - self imposed curfews par night,
Nobodies just trying to be someone,
No one turned on the light.
Ambition like a rusty bike,
The pedals seized; tyres coroded.
The wrong clothes; the coins for hot water.
Just like a gun, emotion is loaded
Then contained and held in -
Though it only fizzles away; a silent bomb
Set to burst when the suffocating mould
Reminds us where we're from.
Kick at my heels; life moves nowhere.
Sighs; fraught words; kids crammed in one room,
Squashed, like canned beans - can't focus on school.
Don't want to grow up, not anytime soon.
Can't see the horizon,
Just a world of budget nourriture and endless TV
Nothing else to do. Nothing to be.
Do toi wish toi were me?
Where things stop working like clapped out minds.
Looking across desolate concrete,
I wonder why hope is so hard to find,
I wonder where dreams go,
When the dreamer gives up and looks the other way
And graffittis anger on a wall
While little children play.
Striking at a broken down goal -
A crazy parody of this life.
Our ill-fitting shoes on the ripped-up felt,
Cut aspiration back down with a knife.
Bottles smashed on stairwells
And worse - self imposed curfews par night,
Nobodies just trying to be someone,
No one turned on the light.
Ambition like a rusty bike,
The pedals seized; tyres coroded.
The wrong clothes; the coins for hot water.
Just like a gun, emotion is loaded
Then contained and held in -
Though it only fizzles away; a silent bomb
Set to burst when the suffocating mould
Reminds us where we're from.
Kick at my heels; life moves nowhere.
Sighs; fraught words; kids crammed in one room,
Squashed, like canned beans - can't focus on school.
Don't want to grow up, not anytime soon.
Can't see the horizon,
Just a world of budget nourriture and endless TV
Nothing else to do. Nothing to be.
Do toi wish toi were me?
On this cold winter’s night
Only poor rue children are in sight
No blankets, no shoes
How on earth will they make it through
Besides their cold faces,
Wet legs and muddy traces.
They stand here all alone
With no umbrella nor a phone.
It’s such a sad sight
To be out, on this cold night,
toi should be in lit all nice and tight
Not wet and cold, with no one to hold.
toi are precious, were u ever told?
Someone should know
Just where do they go?
For ,it is a sin!
for these poor rue children.
To be in plain sight
On this cold, wet winters night.
Only poor rue children are in sight
No blankets, no shoes
How on earth will they make it through
Besides their cold faces,
Wet legs and muddy traces.
They stand here all alone
With no umbrella nor a phone.
It’s such a sad sight
To be out, on this cold night,
toi should be in lit all nice and tight
Not wet and cold, with no one to hold.
toi are precious, were u ever told?
Someone should know
Just where do they go?
For ,it is a sin!
for these poor rue children.
To be in plain sight
On this cold, wet winters night.
