My Place

Rain rain
On my head
Trickling down my face
Sitting on an old park bench
Trying to find my place

I have no place in this world
A world full of lies and deceit
A world full of pain and suffering
Where no body can find their feet

What has become of the happiness?
What has become of the joy?
I've felt nothing of these two great things
Not since i was a little boy

So I ask you now
Where is my place?
Is it sitting here on an old park bench,
With the rain trickling down my face?