Where My Heart Is

Where is my heart? Some people ask. Well, I will tell you. There are some people who, Do not have a home. Here is my plea: “Help them!” That is where my heart is. People who do not have a home, Struggling through winter’s cold, Or blistering hot days, Trying to stay out of the sun's rays. So, where is my heart? You ask me. I am telling you. Homeless people, That the rich overlook, That is a horrendous thing, It is all that it took. That is where my heart is.