The sun shines, but in the rain I drown.
I know The Low Men are in my Town.
I have the gift to see and the gift to heal.
A God or Devil gift, how would you feel?
I travel so much in life, my friends are few.
I sense who to avoid, to love would be new.
Posters appear on wall and street lamp.
It's time to move on, in the Summer damp.
I would love a home, the loneliness I dread,
But I must drift on, keep one step ahead.
As clouds mask the moon, no stars in sight.
I slip quietly away, under the shield of night.
The search for me, is a search with no end.
If only this 'gift' today, to Hell I could send.