/// That song was wade for the Songs for Charity Contest for the homeless. Share your voice here: /// https://songs-for-solidarity.web.app/ there's no address for this kind of life a man mutters something, I look away my breath’s a cloud, but it fades too fast no promises made, no questions asked hands in my pockets, holding tight to the cold it’s strange how heavy nothing can feel when you’re old where is the place that remembers my name? where do I go when it starts to rain? the faces go by, like rivers that split but the ground still holds me, I refuse to quit hands in my pockets, holding tight to the cold it’s strange how heavy nothing can feel when you’re old they say the wind doesn’t choose its fight but it finds us all, alone in the night where is the place that remembers my name? where do I go when it starts to rain? the faces go by, like rivers that split but the ground still holds me, I refuse to quit they tell you to rise, like it’s just a step but they don’t see the cost of what’s been left each breath a decision, each step a prayer I carry what’s left of the life I wear where is the place that remembers my name? where do I go when it starts to rain?
