Hiding Below the Window Sill
Life on a Council estate
Hiding below the window sill
Every Tuesday it was the same, “Hide below the window sill”
“If the rent man knocks the door and I know he probably will”
We had to pretend we were not there, hopefully he’d go away
No matter though how many times we hid there was always another day.
That was the story as a child but some things just don’t change
I’m hiding from the bailiffs now, they are wrapping me in chains
But I’ve been the one knocking at the door, on the other side of the fence
I have been the one trying to take every pound and every pence.
So this is my plan, listen now, I’m serious about my fate
I will add it up and take it away and whatever is left will be the food upon my plate
I’m working hard, I can do more all I need is some luck on my side
One day soon, well I hope and pray, I can again say that I have pride.
The saying is that money is evil and is the reasons for all pain
I have to say that I agree and it’s agonising for me again
I just need a break, a helping hand, a ladder on which to rest
I have given my shirt from off my back please leave me with my vest.
I am very scared but want to stop this awful rotten rut
My head, my heart and my stomach hurt, as there is worry in my gut.
I need to relax but just can’t sleep, no pillow is my friend
My strength I know is shrinking fast I fear for the end.
I want to fight, I’m trying to fight but its hard and I don’t know how
I sit at night with a worried guilt wiping pain from my brow
I want to fight. I’m trying to fight but I just don’t have the will
All I can do now to survive is by hide below the window sill.
About the Creator
David Aleman
I am a tired, middle aged man. Artistic and sporty but broken and bruised.
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