I am just a poor boy

Though my story’s seldom told

I have squandered my resistance

For a pocketful of mumbles such are promises

All lies and jest

Still a man hears what he wants to hear

And disregards the rest,

When I left my home and my family
I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station
Running scared,
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for the places
Only they would know

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