Warm homes, cold streets

From the cold streets I see warm homes

Lots of various colourful lights hung up outside dazzling,

I see the glow of comfy homes inside

Christmas trees decorated do nice,

I see this from the cold streets

In vagrancy I have to little to eat,

Down on my luck through no fault of my own

On the streets I am so cold and alone,

But as my eyes are closing I see warm comfy homes

Brightly lit and so colourfully adorned,

How I wish I lived in such a place like this

But I am fading fast and will no longer exist,

I see a bright light beckoning me

I already know it’s time for me to leave,

I feel the warmth of the light washing over me

And now I cease even to breathe.