Nowhere For You To Sleep
Nowhere for you to sleep, but on the street.
Go old man, go sleep on that cold steel grate.
Beware! Beware! rats may gnaw at your feet.
Don't give up the fight, don't die in defeat,
don't let your soul be consumed by your hate.
Nowhere for you to sleep, but on the street.
Sleep lightly old veteran of the street.
The vermin of the night could seal your fate.
Beware! Beware! rats may gnaw at your feet
Fight back, the street is no place for the meek.
Regain your pride and your place in the state.
Nowhere for you to sleep, but on the street.
Don't walk in circles with sores on your feet.
Go back through life's gate before it's too late.
Beware! Beware! rats may gnaw at your feet.
This abyss will leave you hollow and beat.
You must abdicate your place by the grate.
Nowhere for you to sleep, but on the street.
Beware! Beware! rats may gnaw at your feet.
Copyright © Kim Morrison | Year Posted 2013
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