The Call
I hear the tick tock Coming from the clock on the wall My fingers lock As I wait for the call The call that's going to kick Me and my little ones out on the street We'll be forced out into the rain The snow The sleet We'll be forced out into the cold And the heat We'll no longer have a roof Over our head My little ones will no longer Have a warm bed No more hot meals Or toys Or books to be read As all these things Run through my mind I listen to the tick tock Coming from the clock on the wall My... Sign in to see full entry.