
I follow the moon along it's traverse
Finding my food along the way
I stole some clothes to cover my bones
And even found work for a single day
Finding my food along the way
In trash or gardens or a stranger's hand
I've forgotten what having toys is like
Worry only about survivals demands
In trash or gardens or a stranger's hand
My existance is not a happy one
Society threw me away long ago
I never knew why that deed was done
My existance is not a happy one
I'm little more than a raggedy doll
with no place to go, no one that cares
My spirit and heart have long become pall
I'm little more than a raggedy doll
Invisible to most, or so it seems
Or, if noticed, an unwelcome sight
Invading the beauty of their rose-colored dreams





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