The Cold Wind Blows
THE COLD WIND BLOWS THROUGHOUT THE NIGHT,
SOMETHING DOESN'T FEEL QUITE RIGHT,
THERE ARE PEOPLE THAT WALK WITHIN PARK,
THEY WAIT TO GO IN .
WAIT FOR THE DARK.
YOU SEE THE ICEICLES HANGING FROM THE TREES
AND IT'S VERY VERY
COLD ABOUT 22 DEGREES,
THAT'S WHAT LIFE IS FOR SOME PEOPLE, THAT HAVE NO
PLACE TO LAY. HOPING TO JUST WAKE UP TO SEE THE LIGHT
OF ANOTHER DAY.
AND WHEN THAT DAY COMES AND GOES, WHERE THEY SLEEP TONIGHT
I RECKON NOBODY KNOWS!
Copyright © Penny Kauffman | Year Posted 2011
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