Waiting For The Light




Standing in the shadows
    She is hiding in the night
Frightened of the strangers that she's
    Known throughout her life
He keeps inside his closet where he knows
    That he's all right
They're all the ones we've known by sight
    Waiting for the light

Peering through the window
    At the things they never had
And hoping for the Big Break when they
    Know they've just been had
Crying for the one love that their friends
    All seem to have
They're all the ones we've known by sight
    Waiting for the light

Handing out their leaflets with their eyes
    Wide filled with fright
They'd sell themselves to all who'd pay
    To know they're in the right
Is the pain of all their loneliness
    Just theirs by birth or right
They're all the ones we've known by sight
    Waiting for the light

Peering through her window she's
    Crippled in her sight
He stands beneath her window with
    His wine, he hates to fight
They both say "God, please let me die"
    And pass into the night
They're all the ones we've known by sight
    Waiting for the light


by
Scott
a homeless person
-1977-





This poem originally pubished in Broken Star.
©1978 by Boggle Publications
Cartaphilus, successor to Boggle Publications, grants permission for electronic republication.



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