The TRUE Meaning of Home
I see you everyday on sixteenth street. Your hair pulled back and looking sleek,
I ask for change but you say you’re all out. I force a smile and a thank you but when you leave I pout.
It’s raining and you put your umbrella up, while I’m just sitting in some muck.
You have a home full of joy, while all I have is a broken up toy.
You have clothes of silk and cotton while all mine are torn up and rotten.
You walk past me to work with shoes that are nicely polished while mine in the past year have gotten quite demolished.
You have a nice and comfy place to rest your head, while I have to use the sidewalk as my bed…
TOGETHER WE CAN SPREAD HAPPINESS BY BUILDING EVERYONE WHO NEEDS A HOME A HOME. 🙂