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A Cold Winter's Night vs The Homeless Man
The cold winters chill creeps
down to the bone,
Leaving shadows of crystals
where the sun once shone.
Snow ladden streets yet
to be disturbed by feet,
Wrapped up in the moon's
light begging for heat.
His tattered coat hanging
by a thread,
The winter will not care
when he lay dead.
His voice will forever
be silent,
By the night when the
angels were sent.
Gather his belongings
toss them in the can,
For his feet will no
longer tread this land.
His pleads for warmth
will no longer matter,
And the rich man will
only get fatter.
The cold winters chill
crept down to the bone,
Leaving shadows of crystals
where the sun once shone.
down to the bone,
Leaving shadows of crystals
where the sun once shone.
Snow ladden streets yet
to be disturbed by feet,
Wrapped up in the moon's
light begging for heat.
His tattered coat hanging
by a thread,
The winter will not care
when he lay dead.
His voice will forever
be silent,
By the night when the
angels were sent.
Gather his belongings
toss them in the can,
For his feet will no
longer tread this land.
His pleads for warmth
will no longer matter,
And the rich man will
only get fatter.
The cold winters chill
crept down to the bone,
Leaving shadows of crystals
where the sun once shone.
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A Cold Winter`s Night vs The Homeless Man
A Cold Winter`s Night vs The Homeless Man
