With a jacket over his head
He sleeps tightly on the stairs.
Wishing he was in bed
And not here with his friend.
Hear my sorry, and rest your body
On the cold stairs that I see you
With the jacket over your head.
Not hearing my sorries
Nor making any worries;
He sleeps still on the cold stairs
Still with the jacket over his head.
I called him to see the light,
And make him believe I was fine in his sight.
But he still sleeps still on the cold stairs
with my jacket over his head.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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