The lonely man.

See the lonely man, walking through the streets, searching through the rubbish bins, will he find somthing to eat? Tattered and torn clothes, are all you will see him wear, his face dirty and unshaved, though he doesn,t seem to care. His bed he will carry, around with him all day, an old batch of papers, tonight on them he,ll lay. He will wake up in the morning, at the crack of dawn, and he,ll walk the streets again, whether sunshine,winds or storm.