Sunny Side Up

I don’t know what it’s like
To live on the streets
But if it’s anything like
My mind of scrambled egg,
That I deal with daily,
We both sing from the same
Hymn book, we both know
What it means to feel low.

Begging to borrow on the
Strength of tomorrows that
Come and go like the sieve
Our brain is when all we
Think about is, will I have
Somewhere safe to sleep tonight?
Will my mind allow me to
Think of a tomorrow or as I know,
Live hand to mouth.

I don’t know what it’s like
To live on the streets but
Scramble my yoke on its sunny side
And as you walk by, I may smile,
Even though I feel so alone.