Wasted  time

Sometimes I seem to wonder,
if his live here turns to change
With all this crime and a strange believe in
Yes’ n no real trust in all these days

And all about his live,
walking down his lonely way
And it all seems so sad
Walking down and sees no end

Sometimes he turned to wonder,
what is the real sense of my live
Where is God when I need him
But this might be unknown forever

Would he stay alone forever,
with his problems night and day
Would someone stay with him together, oh I don’t know.
Just to give him hold and to help him out of this again