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There Was a Person:
There was a person under the train,
Walked out of the station to wait in the rain,
The buses were crowded, though I knew a face,
Out the corner of my eye.
A baby was crying itself to life,
Italians talked on the seats behind,
Got off at St. Pauls, and looked up, and sighed
At the colour of the sky
Been keeping my notes in an empty can,
I scrape up the rent working cash in hand,
Still can’t save the money I owe the bank,
No matter what I try
And there was a person under the train,
In hours his name washed away in the rain,
Recover the hour, wipe the stain,
From the corner of your eye
Born with wings, never learned to fly,
We look up at life.
Train’s late, I don’t mind,
They’ve got no jobs, no, all I’ve got it time.
And there was a person…
A couple days work loading Luton vans,
I spoke to the foreman, it’s out of his hands,
Still can’t save the money I owe the bank,
No matter what I try
But I keep on trying, seizing the day,
I know all the right things, say them the wrong way,
I wait for tomorrow, see what it brings,
I know why the caged bird sings
But I just can’t find a place to begin,
I called up some people, they all said the same thing,
I wait for tomorrow, to see what it brings,
I know why the caged bird sings
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