The forgotten (feat. Sara & Bukowski)

A young man walking down the street No past no future only eyes full of tears This old man sitting down by the sea Forgotten of all if not from time They are all the forgottens of our race They are all the victims of our disgrace A young girl haunted down by her fears Her spirit broken down by her peers An orphan rejected by the system A look in his eye that betrays his hatred A homeless dying out from winter All the pasants that with ease look away And the different mocked day by day By tomorrow will not remain They are all the forgottens of our race They are all the victims of our disgrace Extracts from The Crunch by Charles Bukowski There is a loneliness in this world so great That you can see it in the slow movements of The hands of a clock There is a loneliness in this world so great That you can see it blinking in neon signs There are people so tired So strafed So mutilated by love or no Love We are afraid We think that hatred means strength We don't think about the terror of one person Aching in one place Alone Untouched Unspoken to People are not good to each other People are not good to each other People are not good to each other