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.
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