Alone in the darkness
Alone on the street
A lonely heart weeps
There are no pillows to soak up their tears
no roof over their head
no teddy bears to squeeze in pain
to pour out all their anguish and shame.

A family of 4 brings with it responsibility
but when we don't respond to it properly
we lose our sense of direction
and become movable property.

Try as we might, to pass the buck
the fault was ours
though it's hard to own up
but then again maybe it wasn't
maybe it was so called fate
Or written in our destiny
that we'd end up on the cold, hard concrete street

We never thought that one day we'd be the ones in place of those we saw...