That time of year has reared it ugly head
But no one passing by cares for the dead
The lights shine bright upon your christmas tree
But who shall have a christmas gift for me

A bed of pavement for me on this eve
A bed there is no chance I'll ever leave
No kisses coming from the mistletoe
Just gutter dreams while sleeping in the snow

It's hard this time of year to feel whole
Since no one cares about this lonely soul
But still there is a warmth inside my heart
The street is not the place I had my start

The carols in the distance every night
Alleviate my thoughts about my plight
Hold your loved ones tight this holiday
Something I want but can only pray

06/27/2002

Posted on 06/27/2002
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