Homeless

Holes in my socks also my shoes Holes in the day, nothing to lose Holes in my soul, nothing will flow Holes in my dreams, nowhere to go Holes in my pockets, no money to spend Holes in my wanting and apathy descend Holes in the road, the hills are too steep Holes in the cardboard, as I shiver in seep Holes in the future, lost and forlorn Holes in the dark, waiting for dawn Hole in the churchyard, carries no name Holes in the truth, that carries my shame Try not to divert the eye from a souls cry