Homeless Me
Home with sticks, For a homeless man. Home with bricks, For a man with kids. Home with grills, For a man with gold. Home with frills, For a man's wealth worth hills. What is home for a man? A man like me, Who lives not in a home, Made of sticks or bricks ! Made of grills of frills ! A homeless nomad, A hopeless vagabond, This homeless life. My sweet home! For love, my only home. Enough to make me feel at home, For I own no home.
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