By John

Drunken nights
beneath the bridge
a place to sleep
a place to drink
souls search upon the night
crying with pain
faith they only have
searching for their life
mind taken from the beer
lost in a trance
body shiver with cold
as death wonders for prey
faith, hope, gone for ever
beneath the stars
their helpless body lays
as their souls cry
wondering through ghostly parks
lonely, frighten
as they search
for unfinished business

Submitted By saeed

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