Tales To Be Told

Somewhere out there, in the cold A homeless child seeks warmth When the world has gone to sleep And fat bellies on warm beds snore The night creeps in slowly Time crawls sluggishly, on sleepy feet The restless wind, caresses the streets Folded in himself, he begs for sleep Dreams are all his treasures Where laughter and love abound Where nights are warm and days are bright He awaits, by sleep to be found As tomorrow prepares all its uncertainties The riddles that only hope surmount The night stings its cold cruelty To nothing his pleas amount The biting cold of the season's breath He wishes some times for death But a poor little child he is With no understanding of death and birth Shaking in his cover of rags Crying and praying to be found He cries his way to sleep Praying for dawn to come around And at last came the yawning morn The sun smiles the streets awake Grateful to have survived the night He looks on to what on this day awaits He comes to him with open arms "Can you help me for some food, I'm starving he says" But the stranger walks on by "No food for you boy, this one's for my pets he says"