Refugees of art

Homeless players jazzing on the silent streets they keep good old blues captured in the nameless beats Little poor souls harmless soldiers of art leaving through their music forgotten romantic mark Poets dressed in heavy rain hold themselves beyond the walls they live broken dreams cast out through the world doors Refugees without home giving birth to love wondering where goodness reside will pain forever stay above The world is pulsing miles away lost in decadence and sin blind for a parish man with the soul of the artist inside of him Trembling poetic hearts hiding in an underground base waiting for that special day to arrive in a state of grace