THE STREETS DON'T LOVE YOU BACK

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Gather whilst I tell my tale, it ne'er takes long to tell
Begins the night of Halloween, afore the clock struck twelve
Rushing of the children's feet, upon the rain soaked street
Joyfully in fancy dress, they cried out 'trick or treat'
In shadows lurked, with evil smirk, the reaper and his blade
Waiting patient for his call, as still the children played
So unaware's, without a care they dashed from door to door
Ghoulish bags to eagerly fill, collecting candy by the score
Their sticky hands and faces, beaming full of glee
So I guess, more or less,
That's why they never saw little me
The night drew in, they had their fill, their parents call for home
Left in the night, a wretched sight, I was all alone
A ragamuffin, a runaway, dressed in filthy clothes
Dirty hands, grubby face, a child nobody owns
Hunger hurt my body so, my throat was dry and sore
I lay upon the concrete stone, I could not live like this no more
Shivering from bitter cold, bones felt like they would snap
I tried to sleep upon the ground, inside an old torn sack
Almost midnight, I lay so still, my heart to faint to hear
When an angel knelt beside of me, she gently whispers in my ear
'Child you are not alone, upon these lonely streets
Awaken, quick, come follow me, there's someone I'd like you meet'
In what I felt was a kind of trance, I rubbed my tired eyes
And who do you think I came upon, to my amazement and surprise?
I am not about to tell you, it's for you to dig and delve
But I think you'll find the answer, well before the clock strikes twelve!

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