Money, family and steady job, there was a time when he had it all
But drugs took over and he lost the lot, he lost his way, such a long way to fall
Now he’s got nothing and the local park is where he calls home
Just a bottle of cider and he’s drinking it all alone
Slipped from society and fallen from grace
Pain and anxiety Written on his face
A victim of his life He made a wrong choice
Just a shadow of a man without a voice
When people see him they cross the street
Afraid to let their glances meet
Embarrassed he might ask for change
Or shout out something they find strange
He lives for today as tomorrows too far
It may as well be a dark distant star
He can’t remember the sweet smell of soap
And the love of his life is his dog on a rope
Just an empty man with an empty can
Sitting by whilst his life get’s flushed down the pan
Winter is coming, the rain and the frost
If he can’t find shelter then all may be lost
And when he has died nobody will care
No-one will notice he’s no longer there