Homeless

Written by: craig cornish

The icicles that grow for years
And slowly cry then drop and die
In liquid pools of frozen tears.
 
The pain that builds within a lie,
Lives that wait for want of love,
And slowly cry then drop and die.
 
Prayers for kind hearts undreamt of
In a world of cold despair,
Lives that wait for want of love.
 
No shelter from the winter air
Longing for a warm embrace
In a world of cold despair.
 
Where they’re gone without a trace
Hopes that freeze before they drip,
Longing for a warm embrace.
 
From this world they gladly slip,
The icicles that grow for years,
Hopes that freeze before they drip
In liquid pools of frozen tears.