A Beggar

[spy4me]

a beggar not like any other, triggers a special feeling in me
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So sad and blue, to see that poor asking for food, and too, tears flow

Every time needs people to know and more to go

Through what makes him undergo, his woe, gives show

That I’m wrong when I plain, I’m wrong when I complain

I feel I'm all the time running away

When he walks next to my way, I want to say

Look at me, I'm bleak, those pieces make me sick and weak for a week just to pick

What way should I take, it's fake, to make all this shake,

And keeping pay, the price, for trice, I knew

That I’m wrong when I plain, I’m wrong when I complain

So deep so far, that being like a stranger at home, his scar, tells more

About his suffering from poor, my star, in the sky, trying to sway me long with my soul, I feel sole, now I know

That I’m wrong when I plain, I’m wrong when I complain

I pray, everyday, all people never say, “look at that foolish”, because I keep in mind, they still blind, to see, to find, what I could see, what I could know

That I’m wrong when I plain, I’m wrong when I complain
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and you will you ever complain
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