Do Not Tell Him Of Your Sorrows

Do not tell him of your sorrows of sorrows he has known enough
He was brought up the hard way and he has known it tough
A child of drug addicted parents and a street kid at thirteen
He spend time in reform school and tough times he has seen.

Yet despite all he has been through he has turned out okay
And with a wife and two young children to keep he works hard for his pay
Many in his position they went the other way
And ended up on the social scrap heap and are in jail today.

Do not tell him of your troubles of them he may not wish to hear
He has had his own heap of troubles yet he doesn't weep in his beer
He has put his past behind him he's a better man than you
He never whines about his hard days people like him are so few.

If you tell him of your sorrows from him you won't get sympathy
For he was homeless at thirteen he has known extreme poverty
He has slept in disused factories searched rubbish bins for scraps to eat
And in life he has come a long way from the lane off of no hope street.