Waifs and strays end their days
on benches in the park
Minus nine is the chill in the air
as they slowly die in the dark
As we pass them by all day
and wonder how they came this way
they look at us and ask themselves why
we leave them all alone to die
Homeless and hungry is their plight
but for some tonight will be the night
when they'll no longer have to roam
as a mortuary becomes their home.
