New York's Street

Speeding cars passes by

You see him sitting there and try

To raise the money so he can buy 

But no one ever here him cry 

He sits down on his seat

He's got bleaches on his feet

He tries to live in this crazy heat

Down along a New York street

He waits for an angel to come along

People passes and see it's wrong

But they don't listen to his song

They won't even notice when he's gone

Copyright Felicia Karlholm

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