Homeless Heart

When in the right frame of mind,
the blue-blooded bum doesn't find
so hard, his dire daily struggle...
sitting on the sidewalk of Daily Bugle,
waiting as few, for new news...
willingly not wearing out his sandal shoes,
taking hand outs in form of money,
food, drinks, cigarettes or honey...

He doesn't want your simpathy...
He doesn't want your apathy...
He doesn't want your pitty...
He just wants your amity...

He doesn't need all your time...
He doesn't need all your dime...
He doesn't need all your heart...
He just needs his part...

Just sitting, waiting, wishing, yielding,
(his arched and hard back up to the building)
to the first donor to look his way,
now his scarred heart has gone astray...
away from his chest and best vest...
That, the real reason for his rest....
Why he's willing to take crumbs...
Just not to be sucking his thumbs...

He doesn't want your blindness...
He doesn't want your kindness...
He doesn't want your madness...
He just wants your happyness...

He doesn't need all your night...
He doesn't need all your sight...
He doesn't need all your might...
He just needs his bite...

You see, it's not that he's hungry...
he has had, in his life, half of Hungary,
If you consider the roaring river
of beer, wine and coffee in his liver,
as well as the quantity of food,
and how it's been fine and good...
It is unfortunate he chose this street,
people don't mind him at their feet...