BAD TIMES SAD
NO SOLES UPON MY SHOES, NO SOCKS UPON MY FEET.
IN SEARCH OF WARMTH AND FOOD I TREAD THESE LONLEY STREETS.
MY CLOTHES ARE ALL IN TATTERS, I'M HUNGRY AND ALONE.
MY BROTHERS AND MY SISTERS WAIT FOR ME AT HOME.
OUR MOTHER SHE HAS LEFT US, THE DRINK HAS GOT OUR DAD.
THE HAPPY HOUSE WE ALL ONCE NEW, HAS NOW BECOME SO SAD.
BELOW THE LINE OF DIGNITY WHERE POVERTY IS RIFE.
IS THIS WHAT WE ARE BORN TO, THIS AWFUL WAY OF LIFE?
THE OLDEST OF SIX CHILDREN, IT'S I THAT MUST PROVIDE.
MY FATHER BEING A DRUNKARD, HIS SHAME I CANNOT HIDE.
THE KIDS AT SCHOOL DON'T UNDERSTAND, THEY JEER AND CALL ME NAMES.
I TURN MY HEAD AND WALK AWAY; I JUST CAN'T BARE THE SHAME.
WHY DON'T THEY TRY TO HELP ME.? CAN'T THEY SEE THE PAIN I'M IN.?
BEING POOR AND HUNGRY HAS NEVER BEEN A SIN.
WHEN I AM GROWN INTO A MAN, A FATHER I WILL BE.
MY WIFE AND CHILDREN WILL I'M SURE, ALL BE PROUD OF ME.
SOCKS ON MY FEET, SOLES ON MY SHOES, A SMILE NOT A FROWN.
THE BEST A DAD COULD EVER BE. I'LL NEVER LET THEM DOWN.
J.A.K
