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
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