The grass can be greener on both sides of the streets. We are thankful just
to be alive
As we roll out from under our tree
To go to work so we might eat tonight...
Walking along these streets
People always seem to look the other way
When someone reaches up for that helping hand
Someone always seems to be
looking down condescendingly...
We walk around this old city
Wearing holes in our shoes
We're the homeless in Seattle
And we've got the blues...
Spending our time
In soup lines
Trying to survive
On one thin dime
That someone dropped...
It seems so useless at times,
Spending our time running around in circles
Trying to get sleep behind the Blues
Homeless in Seattle, we've got the blues.
© Belinda Springer, aka Storm