It was cold and my mind was trapped someplace in the day

Soft and sensuous she wrapped her self into my arms I accepted

The street coughed up another in the street lonely lost to self

To feel or not is a question there is only a need of survival



Children turn to adults and adults turn to whoever will feed them



The soup kitchen held the smells of youth and the heaven waiting

Wrapping myself into the bowl I let my mind wander to warm love

Each taste savored as if I was making the sweetest of love satisfying

Belly full I found a warm spot the wool blanket comforted both of us



Dreamed us kitchen where the milk and honey did flow in rivers



As day broke across the floor gave up our spot to an old man and boy

Pulled up the last of the night about us and melted into the street

Watched the sun lift itself over the trees lining the park pond and benches

Ducks swim in patterns searching for the reason dipping now and then for breakfast



Spoke softly in her ear and talked of days gone to hell she smiled and shared last sip



Dad places his hand on my shoulder leads us to a place where the sun is warm

Talks to me of the wages of sin the burning pain of hell the wonder of forgiveness

I let him lead us to the pews in the church lights us each a candle and prays

She fits tightly into my arm and we let the world slide to where it may



Rest and comfort has a price that I am not willing to pay just yet I walk back to the street



Dad takes her home till the next time she can not live in the confines of rules

me living is a place that reaches to the world I seek and hope to find freedom

Days to days and nights are places to hide the expectations of a world of questions

As the music of the street calls me I wander seeking the sign of place intended to go



Months of living in the shadows of society expected need I find my way home



Mom is off the Sherry and welcomes me to the place she calls house of rest

Dad takes me to a room he calls my own resting place in basement damp but home

Eyes close on a life that has made me better for the journey broke the bottle flushed the pill

Joined the rest for a period to keep the hunger at bay and fit into the accomplishment room



Hard as nails I clean up the face and body appearance return to the school of formal learning



I buried my parents a while back the fire is back in the pit of my stomach crying for payment

I push it aside and walk my son to school first step into the formal life and survival in the world

Sing him songs late into the night rock his mind and body in melody learned in the real world

Add a bit of God to keep him in the pack and allow his soul to seek with out being lost



Responsible and now a pillar of society the bond is as strong as the world I came from



She holds me in the night when the dreams and mind overcome the pain in my brain

Friends left in the field of death crying for the sun to meet their eyes but only dark takes them

Clean now it seems that all of my dreams have come to true light all I ever wanted in reach

They walk the path a bit better than mine souls filled with the spirit each seeking and finding hope