To late she cried
Too late she cried
Sitting in Starbucks doorway
After the lights are all turned out
The demons are surly coming
I can hear them scream and shout
It is for me the sirens call
Flashing blue and white
Piercing though the darkness
Blindingly bright white
Flowing down the sidewalk
My life’s blood ebbs away
In the morning another statistic
Is all the papers will have to say.
As customers cross the threshold
Drink coffee, on another bland day.
I'd like an iced latte please
in a monotoned voice they say
As for me, in a stone cold freezer
Still waiting for my Mum I lay
She comes and says ‘Good Bye my love’
Sobbing, crying floods of tears
Turns and leaves me one last time
Its only now, she shows she cared.