The
hard's day light
It
has been for the festive season
Driving
around in his car
Picking
up his sister and family
He
enjoys his role
No
need to make prior booking
He
knows it is his service
With
his car he makes the round
Day
or night he is there
He
doesn't need to be asked
He
is happy to carry on his tasks
So
when he has the opportunity....
He
takes a short dream
Floating
up reaching the stars
Maybe
the lottery numbers
The
red packet in big sign
He
wants to shout of joy
He
thinks he tries
But
Peter Morris feeds him
A
thin biscuit acts as holy bread
When
he wakes up
The
smile on his face
No
lottery but a blessing
The
Lord will keep providing
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