Free Poet

REGULAR FACES ON THE STREET

You felt uncomfortable

Unhappy unsatisfied

You couldn’t stare a horror

Played outside

You where scared you where

Nobody

In your own hometown

In your own state of mind

You gave them money

You gave them promess

Just too start from

Beginning

From nothing

You where not afraid

You where not down

Just too make a step

In the new homeland

Yes you are still

Uncomfortable

Unhappy

Unsatisfied

But new Homeland

Has something

Too give you

Wich you find

As Fer and fin

You becom a regular

Face in street

In a time

An anonymous gut

Without threat

They can’t break

You heart and mind

A small comfor

At time

You gonna be Beck

You know thet

Somehow you

Wanna Win

You want

Redemption

For evrything