Coin

My glass is not half of anything
its just completely shattered
My bags are so heavy to shoulder
Clothes ripped and tattered

I feel so alone, I don't know if I'll make it
I cant go home till theres a coin in my pocket

My voice became weak lost its shimmer
Dogs howl at me
Light is fading to something dimmer
Walking but I barely see

I feel so alone, I dont know if I'll make it
I cant go home till theres a coin in my pocket

All thats precious and dear to me
I'll have to give away
I tried selling myself to the devil
But he wouldn't pay