It's Her Home

She was desperately trying to find her feet Isn't easy when your home is a car seat While we take for granted a cosy bed She uses the car to rest her tiring head How did she wonders end up this way So many things I'm afraid came into play Hope is what she lives for day after day A bed for the night and a place to stay Until then loose change it's fuel for her car Parked up tonight under a bright star Hoping each day is better than the last That sleeping in a car will be part of her past