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Ho Ho Homeless...

Ho Ho Homeless...

It's 2am and the snow is falling, no magic in the air, but only frost,
I see my own breath, no Santa Claus calling, under this bus stop,
It's Friday night and my skin is freezing, tears into icicles, I see people laughing,
Newspaper's of yesterday's stories laid down, as my tired body is yawning.

It's 2am and I'm drenched in sadness,
All I hear is ho ho homeless,
I see the blind eye turning,
I hear the drunken cursing,
I'm trying to keep warm without bitterness,
As it's 2am and I'm drenched in sadness and all hear is ho ho homeless,
All I hear is ho ho homeless...

A coffee cup of change takes away a little pain, but yet I still ache,
I had a family, I travelled wars, but now I move from bus stop to doorways,
Forgive me world for I have failed you, as I lay here fingerless gloves, hands are blue,
I wonder when I'll leave these streets, I believe the hope belongs to me and the moon.

It's 2am and I'm drenched in sadness,
All I hear is ho ho homeless,
I see the blind eye turning,
I hear the drunken cursing,
I'm trying to keep warm without bitterness,
As it's 2am and I'm drenched in sadness and all hear is ho ho homeless,
All I hear is ho ho homeless...

This year I'm not a political statistic, I maybe lonely but don't call me pathetic,
This year I'm still me, not some bum, hobo or vagabond, there's no presents under the tree,
This year I'll still remember and love my beautiful family, but I'm lost somewhere inbetween,
In my head round and round I go, on these snow filled streets on and in I roam.

It's 2am and I'm drenched in sadness,
All I hear is ho ho homeless,
I see the blind eye turning,
I hear the drunken cursing,
I'm trying to keep warm without bitterness,
As it's 2am and I'm drenched in sadness and all hear is ho ho homeless,
All I hear is ho ho homeless...

Please think of me when sitting round the table cutting the turkey and having your trimmings,
Please think of me when you're in front of the fire keeping your feet warm, please count your blessings,
When I tirelessly push my belongings around, I'm not lost, I'm just trying to keep warm,
So if you see me with my trolley I haven't been christmas shopping, it's just me, you can call me Paul...

So instead of songs of ho ho homeless,
Look on the bright side, you still get a Christmas.

I'm Paul,
Have a merry Christmas...

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Djangos Daughter

Brilliant poignant write Wayne. So many homeless on our streets now thanks to Tory austerity policies that care nothing for the ex servicemen. Change is coming on the 12th Dec. Thanks for sharing.  DD
 

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