December’s here
Christmas is near
nights cold
sky is bold
alone
hours of people passing them happily
bags and baskets filled with toys
but nothing for what Christmas is for
left to rot
not given a thought
alone
shivering
derelict.
your vision, your voice
December’s here
Christmas is near
nights cold
sky is bold
alone
hours of people passing them happily
bags and baskets filled with toys
but nothing for what Christmas is for
left to rot
not given a thought
alone
shivering
derelict.