Under bridges they will sleep
the cold wind blows into their bones
to wait for deathly hands to creep
a twisted fate has robbed their homes
They slumber on under the mist
vulnerable souls out in the frost
what cruel lesson taught me this
to gain the world, a soul was lost
We're getting older - not much wiser
the world is turning though I don't notice
upon my shoulder the weight is heavier
to plead for help from hearts of ice
If truth be told and lessons learned
then, my friend, you'll realize
No favors given, and respect you earn
you'll see the truth with opened eyes...
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