Forgotten Ones

The still of the night
Is a scary old place
People are walking
With pain on their face
Some are so drunk
They can not stand
Crawling around
Beer in their hand
Many of which
Are high on their drugs
Some of them claim
They see purple slugs
You get loads of crack heads
They make you feel sick
Robbing off folk
To just get their kick
Then daylight arrives
The town comes alive
Full of weird people
Who try and survive
The ones we forget
Are the ones on the street
The homeless young people
With nothing to eat