Home
They say that home is where the heart is
Uasullay refer d to as a persons dwelling
Alone, I think mine lost or some what in a tis
Perhaps looking at these four walls and ceiling
But I ask what is a home?just bricks and cement
Something you can't take with you when you go
Those who moan about living in a caravan or a tent
Well at least it is shelter from the rain and snow
If homeless it's always moving from place to place
When the streets one will then constantly roam
Or a new age traveller living out of a suit case
Constantly trying to find somewhere called home
If you own a mansion then that's fortunate for some
Changes in circumstances determines where you live
But then in the home of God everybody is welcome
It's like we're all one and we're in one massive crib
WRITTEN BETWEEN JANUARY NOVEMBER 2014
INSPIRED BY A FRIEND AT TIME WHO WAS HOMELESS
AND OTHERS IVE MET IN MY LIFE WHEN IN HOSTELS
MANY YEARS AGO AND CURRENT SITUATION
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WRITTEN BY MYSELF DVID SCOTT NOVEMBER 2014
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Copyright © David Scott | Year Posted 2014
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