The echo of light, once more fades into the night
And the dark once again is upon us devoid of life
Candle light shining the soft glow of false sun
giving hope, and comfort with it’s sparkling light

Warmth is absent, in the cold dark of the night
shivering under the blankets given by those that care
shun not the beggar in the street
Circumstances have placed him there,

The rain starts to fall in his make shift world
Every drop a step nearer to the end game
As he dreams of better times he had
His heart aches, as the daylight brings more of the same.

Sheila