.....No Place to Hide....

                                     Travel Wide and Long
                         to the Place of Wilds
                         into Dark and Lonely Places,
                         into the Homes of Bewildered Poor Childs.

                                      You keep on that Road
                         no matter how tough it gets
                         but I in My wonder....
                         want to know why these People Sweat.
 
                         They are in the End spots
                         of the Cities Row....
                         Struggling, some hard,
                         some just to keep alive.. I Know!

                         Sooner or Later,
                         after I make my Travels far and wide
                         I don't have to stop and wonder,
                         they'll have no place to Hide.

                         Now that I've left over Seas
                         beyond their Unsuccessful Land,
                         I'll never forget the Poor
                         giving me a helping hand.
                         
                         If ever I come back to this Land, 
                         that I love so much.......
                         I'll always go back to those People
                         so that I'll never lose their touch!
                   

.....Poor Boy In Shame....

                       His mother sent him out, 
                  'cause of a family disgrace.
                  Now he's on that Road....
                  fightin' the Human Race.

                  This time tomorrow, 
                  not knowing where he'll be...
                  He's on that lonesome road
                  Fightin' only to be free.

                  This time tomorrow,
                  knowin' where he'll be
                  probably workin' on a Job, 
                  Fightin' to be Free.

                  Hang your head Poor boy,
                  Hang it in Shame....
                  Hang your Head poor boy,
                  Never to return again.

                  Your Nights they cost Ya,
                  were your times that good...
                  to be left deserted,
                  and make your way the best you could.
                  
                  Poor Boy you're lost now
                  out on your own....
                  left only to the Heavens,
                  with many a place to Rome.
  
                  I leave you standing now,
                  your thoughts they are confused
                  looking for the End,
                  the beginning you have Abused!