the roof over my head is an empty sky
freedom ain’t easy I’ve quickly grown old
I often feel hunger I often feel cold
yet what I miss most is a person’s smile
I am but a bother no more than a noise
beggar I am I know a beggar I’ll die
from Ubahn to Sbahn day and night I ply
they’d remove me if they had a choice
yet I knew a day when life was bland
when things were lighter quiet and easy
while I now endure the frost and freezing
it’s been so long since I felt a warm hand
I hope I can redeem I hope it to be soon
I wish this life to end another one to start
at night I pray to find peace before I depart
and never again sleep under the new moon
true story of C
February 2020