I am one of the least of your brothers. br I am neither your son or your lover. br I am just another. br I am just a face in the crowd. br Neither silent or loud. br I just need your love and support br People are my court. br They decide whether I should live or die br Or sit on the pavement and cry. br Give me faith give me hope br Because I cannot cope. br I have no distinctive features br I am no street preacher br Sometimes I am a wretched creature. br I have no money I am poor br Siting with my begging bowl on the floor. br Knocking on your door br For shelter on your floor! br I have no girlfriend I cannot score br No one cares for me anymore. br I stink but I try not to think br I try not to think br I try not to think that I wish I hadn’t been born. br I have a yawn….. br Then I sleep on a park bench till dawn.