In Tatters 06/17/86

Out of the house comes a tattered little boy
His face is so fresh he looks like a toy
He looks both ways when he crosses the street
He wants a friend but there's no one to meet
He goes to the park to find a crowd
The cars go by they seem so loud
No one's at the park so where to go?
He shakes his head he doesn't know
Home's no good holes in the floors
His father is waiting behind those doors
So he stays outside in the dark
He's out there but he's not in the park
He's in an alley cold and wet
Not one friend has he met
20 years later and he's still there
In the alley a man who doesn't care
Perhaps if one person had he known
He wouldn't be slumped in the corner all alone
His life is in tatters
To him nothing else matters
He won't see the good things
That outweigh the bad