Bright lights, big city

I’ve chosen this life now instead

I’ve escaped the life I had

Full of fear and full of dread

I walk the streets alone

Doing whatever to survive

The truth is though no-one really cares

If you’re dead or you’re alive

No that’s not really fair of me

Some people are really kind

They throw some pennies to the ground

Offer a kind word from time to time

I sleep at night in a doorway

Will I see the light of day

I guess I could go home

But I’d rather live this way