Of what it is like to be destitute and without a friend
Is something that i could never comprehend
For i never had to live homeless and sleep rough
In life one might say i have been lucky enough
And i am one who is not without a friend
That i am one of the friendless why even pretend
But when i say my close trusting friends in the few
I am not saying on paper anything that is new
Ninety per cent unemployment on Poverty Street
Where a millionaire is one you are unlikely to meet
The lady of luck must be smiling on me
I would not know how it feels like to be a refugee
I can say of life it does treat me okay
I have a nice home to live in and i eat three meals a day.
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