Fight that plight

His worldy possessions are in two black bin bags
Hes all layered up with what clothes he has
Charity shop second hand rags

He used to look down at the beggars on the street
Wondering how on earth they coped in the winter with no heat

But that was then & this is now
Oh how his life has changed
Since his partner walked out on him
The two of them estranged

Tho he didn’t blame hiself
His drinking got real bad
He couldn’t handle the bottle
It made him depressive & sad

Nowadays with only time to think
He realises what went wrong
He’d drink himself into oblivion
It was his fault all along

So feeling emotionally worthless
He has lost his self-esteem
Infact the only solace he has left
Is when he’s sleeping in a dream

Huddled in his scruffy sleeping bag with a woolly hat on his head
Oh how he misses his Julie 
Lying next to her in bed

Goodness know’s what’s around the corner
Tho his tunnel doesn’t show no light
Will he ever kick his habit
Only himself can fight that plight