the roof over my head is an empty sky
freedom ain’t easyI’ve quickly grown old
I often feel hungerI often feel cold
yet what I miss most is a person’s smile
I am but a botherno more than a noise
beggar I amI 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 lighterquiet 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 redeemI hope it to be soon
I wish this life to endanother 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