Brand New Two Feet

BRAND NEW TWO FEET

In the dead of night, amongst these streets

If you sleep here, you feel defeat

But a former failure returns, with brand new two

feet

Clean clothed and sober, no longer beat

He has a home, a job and a title

He wears shoes and what’s more, a new smile

So why of a night, does he roam these streets?

Risking getting dirt, on his brand new two feet

Once it was in search, of a man from before

One of many he met, when he walked through the door

A man who started, to take certain steps

But went back out, and fell even more

A man who sadly, was in search of a yet

As he hadn’t quite reached, his rock bottom yet

There are many levels, upon the descent down

But how far do you wish, to go underground?

His friend has gone, it seems so far

He can no longer be seen, on the radar

So why does this man, with his brand new two feet

Continue of a night, to roam these streets?

Why does he come to us, with midnight treats?

Sandwiches biscuits, and sometimes sweets?

Why does this man, do freely these deeds?

It helps him stay grateful, for his brand new two feet