Just me alone, stripped of my dignity,
In fair cowtown, where we lay our scene,
I write to show you what it’s like to be,
A child in the years that hath been dubbed unclean.
With great applause the concrete building grows
And what happened to the love of life?
An answer no one knows
A world full or drugs and pain and strife
The fearful passage trying to find love,
Dodging bullets in of thy parents' rage,
Which, end in end the screaming did behoove
The children feeling they were in a cage;
When if they’d only been patient, love would amend
The pain and death of life who was our friend