I'm dreading another shite Christmas
Just like the ones I've come to know
Where the shop doors glisten
And no one listens
To the homeless in the snow
I'm dreading another shite Christmas
With no family or hope in sight
May your conscience wipe me from sight
And may all your kin never know our plight
I'm dreading another shite Christmas
With no bed in which to shelter in the night
May your days be merry and bright
And maybe next year life won't shit on me from a great height
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Getting there, one step at a time
The still of the night. Is a scary old place. People are walking. With pain on their face. Some are so drunk. They can not stand. Crawling around. Beer in their hand. Many of which.
He sits, an empty day ahead, Eyes so tired, a heavy heart. Some prayers, his thoughts within his head. Seems no one cares if this man were dead.
Underneath the railway bridge Early morning fog Sits a lonely homeless man And his faithful dog Stands up tall and stretches 'Rover' does the same Another hurtful round Of the begging/busking...
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