Homeless: By Jefferson Smith

Homeless that’s what they call us They say we have no home Because we live out on the streets And choose to drift and roam But, homeless is that what we truly are Who knows maybe it is But what about the heroes The women and the kids They say we chose this life of freedom To live out on our own To sleep beneath the stars at night To live our lives alone Webster says a home’s is just a domicile A place to live, a house If that’s all it really is Then I know I can live without Some say its where your heart is And we pray that this is true Cause some of us have spilt our blood And it was red and white and blue Some say that we are crazy That we sold our souls to cheap Because we’ll sell our bodies Just so our kids can eat But If you think we choose this life Then its you who’s lost your mind To suggest we woke up one morning And said I’ll leave it all behind To live the life of a prostitute, An addict, or a drunk To wear the same clothes every day That we carry in a trunk To Sell our bodies like a piece of meat Because we cannot cope To beg all day every day Just to buy the dope To watch the people laugh at us That look right into our face Who forget that we are there Unless we’re in their space Like when we beg for food Or break into their house To still a million dollars More like a sandwich or a blouse Well there now we have it The materialistic chain That wraps around your human heart Depriving oxygen to your brain Making you think that we are homeless Because your blind and cannot see That a home is where your family is And we are all your family We might be sick and tired We may be down and out But were still the long lost relatives This world tries to forget about~jeff~