Living In A Doorway

Living in a doorway

Doing what I do

Hoping for something

Totally really new

That will give us a chance

In life so true

That people will remember

When we're dead too

Yet the drinks taking over

And the drugs as well

Oh dear no

It's a living hell

As people walk past me

Not giving a dam

As I sit and write

With pen in my hand

As others sit and beg

With dogs by their side

Smiling at everyone

With all their pride

Getting loads of money

With benefits too

Yet I got no I.D.

And I'm out here too

Doing my thing

To hopefully survive

Yet I am nobody

Except a bum that's alive

Now if I make it

Then I no what I'd do

I'd rather give money

To help talents shine trough

So people can rise

And show their talents to the world

Like all the buskers

So come on boys and girls

See through the Armour

And use your wit

And help out the buskers

Simply make it

And who knows

Where they may go

Around the world

From the gutters they know

To be someone

And not a bum

Says a busking artist

Who enjoys fun