Beneath the glowing Christmas lights
That illuminate the dark
There is a world of dark, lost souls
Homeless, sleeping in the park
Among the scattered tinselled trees
On benches and in tents
Lie many, lost and scattered souls
For whom, faith...got up and went
Christmas dreams don't dance around
These people who are lost
They huddle close and tend the flame
To survive and beat the frost
Children skate upon the rink
Laughing, chirping at the snow
While just behind the skating rink
Is a world, they do not know
The smell of cups of chocolate
Tantalizing ...just a taste
But, they dare not move from where they are
They stay hidden , just in case
The Christmas lights show false hope
To those fallen through the cracks
Most of their possessions
Are in carts, or on their backs
It's Christmas time, no matter what
And these people dare to dream
Of a life, like one they came from
A life of sweetness and of cream
The lights hold little wonder
They just signify false hope
For those here in the shadows
At the end of their life's rope
It's better in the darkness
When the lights are put away
When the chocolate smells are missing
It helps keep hunger pangs away
The Christmas lights burn brightly
But not for those who dwell
In the park, behind the ice rink
In a Winter Wonderland of hell
