Exile

Written and created on 12/14/25. Lyrics by me, music by you know who. Exile - The wind outside is whistling and cold. huddled homeless outside are a hundred-fold. they see the warmness from your windows they dream and they pray, to reside in a home of their own someday. (Chorus) Suffer on the streets and cry all alone. Nobody cares, you"re out on your own. Speak to yourself and behest the Lord, A cold night outdoors is all you can afford. I'm looking down, where is everybody I was there for? I'm shunned outside of their closed door. When this ends I'll be more enlightened and know, that family and friends can easily come and go. Bewilderment and pain will forge a hardened heart, compassion's my curse that will burst it apart. Working for cheap pay, but not enough to live good. Is better then nothing, so if you could then you should.