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Bleak winter days

Lead to bleak moods

And bleak thought

We crave the light

And seek the warmth

Outside is wet and cold

But through windows

We see light, comfort and warmth

We see the joy of companionship

In this bleak winter time

For some that’s hard to find

No light, no warmth or companionship for them

No comfort just hardship

No wonder their mind and their thoughts are bleak

They are seen as societies weak

They are societies, voiceless meek

And will spend nights sleeping on the street

During this season of winter that is seen as cold, wet and bleak.