penny for my thoughts

you walk past me
think of me as dirt
if you knew what iv'e been through
would you give me your shirt
my hands are cold my body old
all i have is here
a cardboard box to sleep in
I survive on pennies and fear
you look at me like i have two heads
but your the one with the cosy bed
my hand is out just one thing
the next bite to eat that it will bring
I fell the wayward way ,a mistake i now regret
suffer every minute and drank to forget
the booze it led me further to this life i now know
can't remember who my folks were
or where i had to go
so the next time you pass me
take a heart and ask
a penny for my thoughts
is a memory that will last