16 DEC 97
At Home
(On The Streets)

Little orphan child,
They didn’t even care.
I watched them with their picnic lunch,
They didn’t want to share.

They said that you were different.
Well who wants to be the same?
They didn’t want to know you,
‘Cause you didn’t have a name.

Living a separate life,
Doing what you knew you should.
Living on the streets, you have learnt more
Than they ever would.