HOMELESS

homeless-robert-ullmann

When the sky is your roof

And the ground is your bed

There are no walls around

No front door to have

I am a person displaced

Where is my human race?

When Winter is a cruel chill

No sleep during the endless night

Walking and walking that lonesome walk

Dreams you have to search no more

I am a person displaced

Where is my human race?

The number on your door is number death

You are young enough to strive to live

Addiction bears down your days

The pain never goes away

I am a person displaced

Where is my human race?

Feelings are there in a reality home

You should not exist if be told

Has every being a right to live?

Inside a heart a family gives

Where is my life in this age of plenty

Should I give up like so many?

I am a person displaced

Where is my human race?

This heart is lost in time

It has a home without a key

Hidden away my extinguished light

Possessions adrift and out of sight

Tears all dried up with nowhere to go

My blood is warm

My heart is exposed

Two eyes Two arms Two feet

Humans are hard to tell apart

I am a person displaced

Where is my human race?

Will nobody ever hear my cry

Where out of the mist and fog

I am seen and alive

And hands pull me up

Bring me to the light of a cozy room

With a fire to heat my cold soul

And love embrace this body of mine

And once again I am HOME!

I am a person displaced

Where is my human race?

 

 

 

 

Tears all dried up with nowhere to go

 

 

 

 

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