Written by: Gill Shutt
Your inside doing your stuff ,
I'm outside looking in .
I haven't got the things you've got ,
But then that's not a sin .
I see you going your way
And ask:
" How can it be
That I see you and your life
And yet you don't see me ? "
That I see you and your life
And yet you don't see me ? "
I have a heart that beats like yours
And yet you never give
A thought for me , 'cos I've not got
A home in which to live .
Well let me tell you , I'm as good
As any person here ,
But I must spend my life in cold
And constantly in fear .
I'm spat on and I'm kicked about ,
And dead I'd not be missed ,
But worse than these is when you act
As though I don't exist .'
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