Young Poor Boy

He was a young poor boy Walkin' all alone The word he most heard was "lose" How could it be good? He had no mother He had no father too The only things he knew Were violence and booze He was dreaming He was waiting for a better life He was hoping somebody would look at him He was dreaming He was waiting But he'd never seen a hand To help him to become a man Not a young poor boy He had no friend at all Just a poor blind cat Who helped him when he was crying He was the only thing he loved Then he found a gun And some bullets in a box Now, nobody in the street Will ignore him again He was dreaming He was waiting for a better life He was hoping somebody would look at him He was dreaming He was waiting But he'd never seen a hand To help him to become a man Not a young poor boy