WHY LOOK AWAY. A suppose when ye walk by me, Wi yer heid in the air. Ye dinnae see me sittn oan that cauld doorway stair. Or dae ye think that all jist disappear. If ye kid yersel oan that am really no there. Is it easier tae think am a junkie or drunk. Wi ma bottle o Buckie and wee bag o junk. It wid surprise yea nae doot, if yed gie me the time man. Tae tell ye that a wis a sodjer in Iran. A saw ma best buddy lay dead in the sand. A saw wimen and bairns lyin dead on the land. And when a come back fae that hell ower there. A wis so buggered up that they put me in care. So they patch me up jist enough tae release me. On tae the streets where al lose ma sanity. And een oot here On the cauld lonely stane. Where yer lyin in pish and forgotten yer name. Aye, een oot here there are those that appease. And let the warmongers do as they please. So squaddies like me can go take a hike. So what is it aboot me that you dinnae like
Posted on: Wed, 22 Oct 2014 07:23:09 +0000