Naz & Ella - Blind Eye

Made it to the top
He felt untouchable
In the castle that he built, he was king

Then he lost it all, life in the fast lane
Drinking whisky from the bottle to ease the pain
He let go of the reins

Sleeping to the sound of sirens
No vacancies tonight
Makes his bed on the pavement
Under the street lights

He feels like just a number
At the end of the line
Not a priority
Government has turned a blind eye

He's been sleeping rough
Nine weeks in a row
Winter's coming, the nights are getting cold

Sits and asks for change
People pass each day
Some look, but quickly turn away

Walks away from the city
To the street he used to live
Stares through windows, his old home
Bricks he took for granted

It's time to turn the tide
Seek help, regain his pride
Clean up, get off the street
Grab the reins, back on his feet

He feels like just a number
At the end of the line
Not a priority
Government has turned a blind eye

Written by:
Ella Patenall, Nasreen Toorabally

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sentric Music

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