I am strange and Obscure
I live with the worries
That cloud my sight
When I go to sleep in the morning
I lose my life I stop breathing

Swiftly tha day goes by
I plan to do things yet they
never seem to get done oh my
Still I believe I can fly
wonderful hopes and dreams have I

Coping with my misery Coping with my shame
wishful is my thinking of money and fame
still its my life that I have chosen
Peace and Happiness
At awkward times still
I feel that I'm just a vagabond
On these streets of Gold