home at last

Written by: bias fields

The air is cold
walking on the streets alone
without my love
without a home
no one knows 
where I'm going 
I never stop 
I walk and roam
the ones with money 
look upon me 
as if I was another race
shame is showing
when they've past
on my face 
I jump from high
and I am falling fast 
the air is cold
the air is loud 
my body hits 
without a sound