Our voices are lost to a broken world,
Can't you see we're not free,
Timeless as ghost ship out to sea,
Can't you see we're not free
Homeless we are poor we are alone
Can't you see we're not free
Copyright ©2004 Paul Millard
they're just echoes, too indiscriminate to be heard
Laughter as cold as the frozen rain,
our existence, just adds to their disdain .
we're just rainbows in the dark
trusted silence, now screams to you and me.
Bold intentions, are what keep us holding on,
without our will, soon we would be gone.
we're just rainbows in the dark
searching for a place to call our home
Hidden yet standing in plain view
robbed,beatened,hated for not being like you
we're just rainbows in the dark
I feel the rhythm of my heart
as you take my hand and hold it tight
you don't know how long I have waited
to be here with you in the night
You captivate with those eyes
I feel your soul reaching mine
I fold you deep within my arms
and feel like everything is fine.
Then I look and you have gone
wondering what I've done wrong
making me feel so insane
I'm all alone again
Suddenly the tears fall from my eyes
leaving me a feeling of white water and lace
never before has my heart wanted this much
living only once more to see your face.....Again
I wake up in the morning
and lie in bed paralyzed
depression is controlling me
even more than I realized
A shadow in the corner of my eye
transforms to a silhouette of you
I'm so lonely I could die
could someone tell me what to do
Once again your memory surrounds me
quickly these feelings down me
waiting here for you alone
wanting you to be mine alone
Suddenly the tears fall from my eyes
leaving me a feeling of white water and lace
never before has my heart wanted this much
living only once more to see your face.....Again
Copyright ©2007 Paul Millard
Rocky Mountains far as an eye could see
Thats just Colorado on my dreams
John Denver playing on the radio
Thats just Colorado on my dreams
There's nothing like watching Eagles soar high
Yes that's just Colorado on my dreams
Copyright ©2006 Paul Millard
I’m feeling so much older than I ever felt before
I have often thought of the moment when
But all I really wanted was to
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Melancholy moon, brings me to you,
Cause you don't feel the way that I do,
Copyright ©2006 Paul Millard
Dear sweet silent Angel
I never got to tell you
I never thought so soon
I never meant that secret to be forever
Rest well my darling Angel
Copyright 2005 Paul Millard
Sometimes Home Is A Cardboard Box
Today I feel sad please don't watch me cry
Even my name has been lost
I've been kicked out of the Wal-Mart parking lot
Copyright ©2005 Paul Millard
A Shelter From The Storm
We see the world in a sadness
A shelter from the storm
Lonely is the night
The clouds form shapes
Perhaps born too late
we have stories to tell
Copyright ©2005 Paul Millard
A Hobo's Cry
My heart feels like breaking
To her all I am
There is so much of me
But alas all I can do
Copyright ©2005 Paul Millard
"Death came in the form of strangers"
Maria was no stranger to streets
She was a free spirit not one to be tamed
Her candle was snuffed as she sought shelter in stuff
The world is a lesser place without the face
Copyright ©2005 Paul Millard
The sun broke free from the clouds today,
I guess I blamed you for rejecting me,
You can't always get what you want,
Copyright ©2005 Paul Millard
Last night there was a cry in the wind,
A family of four huddles in a tent,
Stub lost his leg in the Vietnam war,
Try as we may, try as we might,
Copyright ©2005 Paul Millard
There's a lot of space to get lost in,
A sweet soul died in the cold,
If I only had known she was alone,
An ode to Michelle is all I can do,
© 2004 Paul Millard
I awoke this morning not feeling my toes,
Growing older isn't supposed to be so tough,
Five months Reta set in a morgue,
They've forgotten the olive branch,
Copyright ©2005 Paul Millard
Why is it I feel,
The world seems to me
I think of you often and
If you can't touch me,
Copyright ©2004 Paul Millard
There are shadows in the night, hidden out of sight,
Whispers in your ear, things that cause you fear,
These things they do, are making me blue,
Cast out upon the streets, ragged shoes on my feet,
© 2005 Paul Millard
The Plight Of The Homeless Man
No more chasing rainbows
A man sits alone and cold, wondering
Singing my song of blues
Copyright ©2004 Paul Millard
Colorado On My Dreams
the deepest blues, the darkest greens
icy caps a cool clear mountain stream
thats just Colorado on my dreams
sings of a poster from an old rodeo
everything here seems so serene
thats just Colorado on my dreams
Starwood in Aspen is the place to hide
Coyote howling in a moonlight beam
that's just Colorado on my dreams
Love's Forgotten Land
I feel it in my blood, I feel it in my bones
I remember seeing you standing at that door
Looking heavenly pretty seemingly all alone
I looked into your lonely soul
Feeling as though there was a raging wind
That was telling you to go
take you by your hand
leading you and loving you
In love’s forgotten land
Melancholy Blues
Said my love for you is true
Now I feel just like a fool
It's tearing my heart in two
Melancholy moon, Melancholy blues
Nagiko Hamano
I am missing you so much
I wish there was a way from Heaven
That we could be in touch
How special you made me feel
You smiled inside and out
All about you was real
Your life would come to an end
Once I had left you a red rose in a violet ribbon
With a note that said "With love from a secret friend"
I thought always there would be time
For me to confess my love for you
Now I can only do it in rhyme
I pray that somehow you know
Your secret friend still thinks of you
And will 'til it is my time to go
My Hobo hat's pulled low to hide my eyes
You don't see my tears anyway
everything I had's been taken away
scary how much life costs
doesn't matter what's in a name
when nothing about me is the same
The man there hates the homeless, that's the thanks I got
who knows he may be two steps from my spot
and sometimes home is a cardboard box.
like no one else can see
blinded by four walls,
you see only the dream
you find in love or a song
trying hard to be right
but you see us as wrong
you've nothing that compairs
living on the streets
a life full of dispair
of Angels at play
they come for us at night
and take us away
as we die so young
laid to rest in a grave
no marker to sing our song
but no one to hear
history is lost
whenever we disappear
My soul wants to die
She turns her head
Whenever she walks by
Is a homeless man
No one of value
Not in her plan
Wanting to come out
I'm tired of hiding
In a life of doubt
Is to sit here and sigh
Because no one can hear
A Hobo's cry.
Death Came In The Form Of Strangers
(An Ode To Maria Catherine King)
on a cold dark Berkeley night
the streets became a victim to
things that go bump and cause fright.
but a friend to all who lived there
A smile on her face, a dream in her heart
and Big Mac's with friends she would share
but desperately in need of some care
prophetically she said that she would be dead
before her fiftieth birthday affair
behind a second hand clothing store
two boys in hoods over her stood
and kicked her till she was no more
of a street angel named Maria King
our hearts are downcast, her memory steadfast
a life is a beautiful thing.
Things Made Of Sand
and love came under fire,
I don't know what I thought you'd say,
when I spoke of my desires.
When I know it was my own fault.
I thought I was as special as you were to me
so I let my heart out of the vault.
so I have been warned,
Don't build your life on things made of sand,
they will not weather the storm.
A Cry In The Wind
the Angel of Death, took one of us home,
Lying in a lean-to made of cardboard and gin,
our brother was dry, but the wind too cold.
papa lost his job to Mexico,
He tries his best, but the money is spent,
only job he could find was at burgers to go.
his wheel chair is how he moves,
A local group paid for batteries galore,
but could not find him a room.
to understand why too few care,
Every one knows apathy's not right,
yet hear not the cries of despair.
An ode to Michelle
well I'm lost in my own now,
The day after tomorrow happens today,
so the time to act is now
while sleeping in the park,
she was turned away from shelter,
by people with cold hearts.
we could have huddled together,
there was no need for a human being,
to succumb out in the weather.
to late to do anything else,
The tears I shed now are for her,
and not wasted on myself.
Her Trail Of Tears
(Ode To Reta Reingruber)
thought I turned a corner and ran into myself
sleeping on the streets is much too cold,
all I needed was a little bit of help.
should be surrounded by things of comfort
things of comfort now unevenly rough
total lack of compassion from courts
too poor to be buried with honor
her trail of tears has been forged,
needing only a granite tower
that once was extended in peace,
we're not looking for riches of chance,
we just want a little piece.
What Purpose Do I Have?
that if I cover my eyes,
no one else can see me?
to be all too much,
just a little too dreamy
your not needing me,
tears me in half
then what purpose
do I have?
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Life's Not Fair
they come out when you close your eyes
they're taller than your soul, connected to your toes,
and make your nightmares come alive.
makes you feel insane.
But only in dreams, I fit in it seems
I awake and everything remains the same.
chilling me to the bone,
it's hard to be ill, such a jagged little pill,
I've never felt so all alone.
I watch as people walk by.
shiny happy people, under a church steeple,
say prayers for me, while others watch me die.
that pot of gold is empty inside !
The thing dreams are made of,
doesn't exist on either side.
from where his next meal will come?
We're all two steps from homeless
what has this world become?
for the plight of the homeless man
Be careful of what you choose,
life is a careless plan.