Shivering in the night’s cold,
blue, sick and lonely,
She just fears that tomorrow will be worse.
In no doubt that she will be left to die,
for what she hasn't got.
Loss of me, loss of the loved ones,
No one is left to keep her warm,
To wipe away those blue tears,
That shine under the spitting of the moons spite.
Blue reflection at the waters edge,
She needs a home, food and a caring hug,
Some thing I take for granted,
She has none.
Blue. Sick. Hated.
No peace when she sleeps,
All blue, soul and sadness.
