• Broken, tattered, and torn.
    All alone.
    Sad, mad maybe a little confused.
    Why me?
    Why not her?
    Why not him?
    Cold and broken.
    All I ask is this,
    Could you would you?
    Even just spare a little glance.
    I see it.
    But I don’t even know it.
    Love?
    Is it real?
    Is it not?
    I can see you under that tree.
    All pretty and decorated.
    The boxes all wrapped under the tree
    All shiny and colorful
    Just this one please think of me
    Just think
    The cold, the snow.
    Why leave me all alone on Christmas
    Here out on the street
    All I ask is Santa please
    A home
    And someone for me.