Song "Darkening Sky"
By John Bunts
Live at AquaSol "Writers in the Round" March 2014
 

Song about the homeless.

 
Darkening Sky 
 
See me out there with my cardboard plea,
You ain’t that much different from me.
Recession set in and it ruined my life,
Lost my job,  home, children and my wife.
 
Drifted around, did the jobs I could find,
Got deeper in debt, and farther behind.
Couldn’t keep it together, even lost my pride,
Got no expressions, I’m empty inside.
 
 
I look up at the Darkening Sky,
from the homemade shelter, where I lie.
You call me a bum as you move out of view,
while I just pray this never happens to you.
 
 
Shaking from  frost, out in the moonlight;
depressions I got are open and raw tonight.
In the concrete wilderness feel like I’m blind,
I hear the faint whispers of the dreams I left behind
 
I look up at the Darkening Sky,
from the homemade shelter, where I lie.
You call me a bum as you move out of view,
while I just pray this never happens to you.
 
 
Drink the disgrace, swallow the pain down,
Turn and head towards the outside of town.
Gray rain like a shadow following me,
Ain’t scared no more, but I’ll never be free.
 
I look up at the Darkening Sky,
from the homemade shelter, where I lie.
You call me a bum as you move out of view,
while I just pray this never happens to you.