Views from below

Alone am I.
Am I a lesser man?
it's just that sometimes I think I am
I am on the streets
I am living life but rough
No hope of change
Well, not real soon
I wonder why I have no silver spoon
But this is for now is my normality
What I'd like to know
Who stole my dreams?
Who stole the silver from my moon?

Am I normal?
Am I just an ordinairy girl?
Sometimes, well, most times I think I'm not
I've no home
No bed
No where to rest my head
I've only hopes and dreams of what could be
but for me right now.
Nothing is my reality.
Plus I'm me but not who I want to be.

Are we here or there?
Is this our normal permanent world?
Have our futures been preordained
Or are we a abnormal a little kind of strange?
Are there things we are not meant to see
Like sunlight in our eyes
The moon and stars to wish upon
Can someone truly say?
Our futures changed.