In The Bleak And Dark Laneways

In the bleak and dark laneways off of Poverty Street A millionaire is one you could not hope to meet In disused factory doorways out of mind out of sight The poor of the city shelter from the night From the cold winds of Winter that blow through the park Their chilly sleeping quarters are draughty and dark Yet the best place for them to rest in their poor street of the town Where only the most hopeful daydream of renown In a fair Human World it does seem fair to say Anybody would not have to live in this way The homeless have life's saddest stories to tell Of their sad existence in their Earthly Hell Their better days to the forever are gone But the great lust for life inspires them to live on.