Cold and Alone

He now hears the chimes, he counts down the clock Now is the times, where people refuse to stop Walk past, walk fast, no one's hear to help A crying man, a dieing man, is loosing his health Cold, alone, faced with life on the streets Matches and blankets his only source of heat A man left to rot, frozen and wasted in the cold Now sleep my man sleep, and awaken no more You may think of the homeless, as did I once to But a second look and it could mean me or you Do some of us not shut ourselves off, live within our own A house is a house, until we open the doors, then it is a home My twitter - twitter.com/jjackom