To blind to see the truth knowing if we told another soul. They would take the roof away from you. Leaving you black and blue knowing inside your pain is new. As you live on the streets in sunshine and rain. Watching everyday people getting drunk and high. Never realising your friends and family had already cried. That's when you know they have already said goodbye. Knowing when secrets are made there rarely sold. As you live beyond your means living like a fiend. In and out of courts. With freedom that can't be brought. Even after it's been hard fought. Because no one believes a prison fool. Even if you lose your angry or act cool. Never realising there to old as life takes it toll. I just hope your life again never folds. While facing the outside world blistering cold.