So here we are again my son the nights are getting colder
with each and every heart beat my body growing older!

Would that I may roam the streets of her heart once more or sleep neath the stars while the heavens paid homage to the great white god of snow but alas these things leave me so weary these days I fear for the very soul of an angel.

Yes I know I stated long ago that where I go so shall you but let’s face it mate our time's near through,
we nearly got caught when you shouted so loud them busy bodies pointing and waking the crowd.

Weariness is an awkwardness that resides inside my brain I still try to do the things I could but must admit at last to pain,
the anguish that it gives me is disconcerting to say the least and no amount of morphine,
I’m afraid can tame the beast.

Rest with me for a while longer I will sleep upon the floor,
you can if you wish come join me,
or keep look-out by the door,
damn this cough is worsening it must be, I think, the fog !
At least it won’t harm you so much seeing as you are a dog.

Yes I will cry when morning breaks as this day shall be our last,
but you should know its for the good of you as I am fading fast,
least you will retire gracefully away from cold and damp but weep not for you're former master as I only am a tramp.