Most of the people living on the street were once like you and me.
The World You Take For Granted
The world you take for granted
Is a world I once possessed
A world of tender comforts
Whose loss I never guessed
But storms I could not hinder
As I was powerless to see
Snatched up my might and grandeur
And ground down what once was me
I took every precaution
Against those things I thought
Would strike against the fortress
Of the life that I had wrought
No thief or clever enemy
Could claim a single prize
No radical opponent
Would cut me down to size
But against the things of pleasure
I built no wall or frame
Which might have slowed my searching
For power wealth and fame
And so I brought upon myself
The fate which now you see
A broken man of habits
Which I abuse habitually
So now I find I’ve drifted
From the wise man to the fool
A lump of simple sandstone
Where once had been a jewel
I tried so hard to hang on
To things which little mattered
While never tending my own life
Which now lays torn and tattered
The world you take for granted
Is a world I once possessed
A world of tender comforts
Whose loss I never guessed
But storms I could not hinder
As I was powerless to see
Snatched up my might and grandeur
And ground down what once was me