Yellow Heaven Soup Kitchen

Underneath the Railway Bridge and through the rainswept street
Senses dulled by driving wind, I'm following my feet.
I lost the joy in ecstasy, now blinded by the storm
Dark and cold, no hand to hold, no place that's light and warm
The Yellow heaven soup kitchen, had paint splashed on her door
Of colours wild and tangled, like the light that swept the floor
And the patterns on the ceiling were in spirals so they said,
Said the voices of the strangers who were dancing in my head.
Worries steal all drunken smiles, No longer think nor care
To live or die, to touch and cry or search when no-one's there.
Each weary day we seek that place, still dazed on concrete ground
Movements slow, no place to go, yet never turn around.
It made our tired lives breathe joy now it seems so far away
It pains our hearts, afflicts my soul, to dream of yesterday