I fall to sleep on a bed of nails Having dreams of pure white snow I wake up in a cardboard box If I died no one would know People see what applies to them And ignore all that's not appealing They talk of me as if I were not there Don't they know I still
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I fall to sleep on a bed of nails
Having dreams of pure white snow
I wake up in a cardboard box
If I died no one would know People see what applies to them
And ignore all that’s not appealing
They talk of me as if I were not there
Don’t they know I still have feelings I lost my job not my soul
Why don’t people get it
I’m still a man that lives and breathes
I ask please don’t forget it As I walk upon the city streets I might as well be dead
People see me as I ask for help
Yet they smirk and turn their heads What did I do to wind up here
No one deserves this fate
I hope God sees me differently
When I reach the pearly gates But don’t worry I’ll speak kindly
When I’m asked of your behavior
Cause what I think of you won’t matter
When you have to face your Savior
Douglas James
Warwick
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