To The Daily Sun,
Wayne's World —
Have you ever felt so cold and alone?
Or had the feeling of feet turned to stone?
Did you search for the sky to clear way above?
Or try to recapture the joy of lost love?
How do they find where they truly belong?
What on God's earth did they ever do wrong?
One little step gone astray and they're lost.
Now seems forever they'll pay the cost.
Where do they go when roused from their sleep?
And have to decide what goods you can keep.
Just try to live one night on the street.
When all the weather is ice or wet sleet.
Don't fail to mention the piles of snow.
Not being welcomed wherever you go.
That is the river, home of the crew.
You may be chosen but they are the few.