Holes In Reality

Holes in my socks, holes in my shoes Holes in my day and nothing to lose Holes in my dreams and nowhere to go Holes in my future and nothing to show Holes in my pocket no money to place Holes in the hat that covers my face Holes in the road the hills are so steep Holes in the cardboard I shiver in sleep Holes in my faith so lost and forlorn Hole in the promise that never was born Hole in the churchyard, carries no name Holes in the truth that puts me to shame The Streets of London will be cold for some this Christmas.