Elizabeth Lindsey Poet Lyric

Broken Homes

Broken homes,
Broken places.
Can’t escape,
No empty spaces.
Standing on the edge.
Contemplating goodbye.
In a home in the city,
I see her cry.
If home is where the heart is,	
Then why do so many say goodbye?
Cause broken homes and broken places,
Disintegrate to empty spaces.

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Sara Kendrick January 26, 2011 at 5:27 PM Very expressive about a sad situation..Good work on this topic..Sara

James Stevenson January 25, 2011 at 6:22 PM sad but true very nice..............

John Loving Iii January 24, 2011 at 4:36 PM liz, next to your name is a bowl of soup and an envelope. people click on it to send you mail. in order for you to get it, to the left side of the page is a topic "My Soup Mail" cilck on it to get your soup mail. do it now. jhl

Julie Heckman January 24, 2011 at 3:25 PM very good work...I can almost hear the song. thanks julie

John Loving Iii January 19, 2011 at 6:52 AM it's singable, i tried. john

Charles Henderson December 9, 2010 at 5:46 PM Very good flow here Elizabeth. Makes a good point too. Enjoyed Charles