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~
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Tanaskow Avatar
August 3, 2009 at 4:09 AM
"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" i don't know thats selling your soul for love. to me it's the right reason. better than selling it for sex, money, drugs, or immortality.
Brown Avatar
August 2, 2009 at 4:29 PM
A very enjoyable read you have written and shared with us today. Thank you Jeff. Love, Carol
Loving Iii Avatar
August 2, 2009 at 3:43 PM
been there done that. in my car in the winter. i prayed to god to get me out and he did again and again. ok your brand new to this set keep in touch with me and i'll show you the ropes. you found a friend. john h loving iii
Freeman Avatar
August 2, 2009 at 10:06 AM
Your message, at least to me, loud and clear. Sometimes, to some, the prostitute(world system)is just not worth seducing, for in the end, your soul, is stolen. God bless, Moses
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