Down on the backstreets of Old Lisbon, Where nothing lives freely but the rats, There is another city hidden, Where lives wallow on the filthy mats. The stench in the air as thick as fog, As the addicts’ smoke drifts to the sky, Commatosed bodies litter the steps, Oblivious to all, no wondering why….

  Wandering through life, just hanging around Always feeling lost, waiting to be found. Never knowing what was really going on Going through the motions….the same old song. Never thought I could love again, After all the heart ache and pain, Every time the sun would come and shine, My heart turned cold and nothing…

  In the quite darkness of the night Sitting sad and lonely by single candle light, Memories of the beautiful moments we shared, Of the times we were happy and cared. Floating in the void black space around me, Sinking from mind to my heart Asking why it should be. Around my soul the blackness…