No shame for living low

Box life is all he knows

face scarred and jagged eyes

he sleeps among the flies



One more drink it soothes the pain

walking the streets nothing to gain

Hoping to live for one more day

The truth remains to guide the way



it's what he lives thru

the costly struggle

compelling torture

The thing he calls



Box life (X 4)



He's dragging day by day

nothing left for him to say

helping hand comes once or twice

living alone he rolls the dice



The path not chosen

Don't know the reason

Never-ending Horror

The constant fall