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
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