Home From Home
melinmine wrap and partical board
plastic shelters held up with cord
broken up and scatered in a pile of disbelive
drenched and burned to keep me warm
moonlit nights and blinding days
under a bench in a doorway
the past obsolite and future blury
faith is dead now i lye in fury
we are sociotys damed
a truibute to waste and poverty
freezing to death as you walk by
spare some change sir is our cry
we have our reasons why we are here
they now meen nothing
nothing at all
bring out your dead leave them here
here in the fire burning alive
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