Gloomy day for everyone but never dull
For these street's workers with empty skulls.
Work has to be done for their children.
"No food at night" that's their cry,
"No sleep" that's their motto
Full hearted work over what seem to be everything they got.
Men behind the desk watching out the window just enjoying the view,
That men bleeds for from day-to-day
But promises aren't kept to pay
But the little they got they accepted.
For the sake of the emptied brains at home
That one day will be resplendent with solutions.
Yet they still smile as each day came
Because life changes has to be made,
Only by them.
