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i stumbled out the door

in my sunday best

a free heart in my brighter days

but just a homeless soul in many eyes

things, you see

they rise but they always fall

like the sunny days

with all smiles, but

lacking just one cigarette

or a rum and coke

or a crowded room

and the faces all belonging to mute strangers

so i stumbled out the door

in my sunday best

a stoop in my walk

and a song in my talk

standing on the banks of the river

or just a heavy rain puddle

its time to hold on to my youth

before it ups and leaves

no letter, just the footprints in circles

so im off again

this time from the devil

the ladies with the sticky fingers

and .44's

and running from the sinners

with smiles that light up even the devil's heart

this upcoming night, the weatherman said,

will be the coldest of them all

but the suns gonna come up

yes the suns gonna come up

shine on me, shine on the blacktop path

shine on me in my sunday best