WELCOME MAT..

ALL HIS DREAMS CAME CRASHING DOWN,WASHED AWAY IN THIS SIMPLE TOWN.ALL HIS SMILES TURN UPSIDE DOWN,JUMPING PUDDLE'S THE HOBO CLOWN,HIS SUIT IS TORN ,HIS SHOES ARE WORN ,HIS SPIRIT 'S CRUSHED A FROWN IS BORN.HE BURNS THE CORK TO PAINT HIS FACE,HE'S LOST IN A WORLD WHERE HE HAS NO PLACE.A SINGLE TEAR HE BOARDS THE TRAIN,BOX CAR SONGS HIS CRY'S OF PAIN.HE HOPES HIS TRAIN WILL TRAVEL FAST AND LEAVE BEHIND HIS PAINFUL PAST.SO HE'LL JUST CONTINUE TO ROAM AND HOPE SOMEDAY HE FINDS A HOME,A TINY PLACE TO HANG HIS HAT ,A WARM EMBRACE,A WELCOME MAT.HE DOESNT NEED A PICKID FENCE,JUST A LIFE THAT MAKES SOME SENSE.A TINY ROOM IN A WOODEN SHACK,AN OLD DIRT FLOOR AND THAT WELCOME MAT.AS HIS TRAIN STEAMS ACROSS THE TRACK HIS EYES COME UPON AND OLD SMOKE STACK,THE SMOKE IS RISING IN A BRAND NEW TOWN,AROUND A FIRE FOUR HOBO CLOWNS.THEY EAT THEIR DINNER FROM TINY CANS,SING SOME SONGS AND MAKE BIG PLANS,THEY LAUGH OUT LOUD AND CLAP THEIR HANDS.THEIR SHOE'S ARE WORN AND THEIR SUITS ARE TORN,SOUNDS OF LAUGHTER A SMILE IS BORN.AS HE APPROACHES HE SEE'S A WOODEN SHACK,JUST INSIDE AN OLD DIRT FLOOR WITH A TALL COAT RACK BESIDE THE DOOR.WITH A TEAR HE HANGS HIS HAT AND AT HIS FEET .....THAT WELCOME MAT..