Homeless ~10:27am 9th September 2009

Homeless is what they call me

No roots for me to hold

I roam from city to city

Drifting and weary, to find me a home

They say homeless is what I truly am

Who knows may be it is

I sway through arms of men and women

Just to know I still exists

They say home is where your heart is

Home is where one belongs

If that is all there really is

I think I saw a glimpse of it before

They say I’m crazy

To live a life in prostitution

An addict and a drunk

I say there’s no turning back for restitution

I’ve watched people laughed at me

They looked right through my face

They will never understand

Unless they’re in my place

I’ve bagged for mercy

I’ve bagged for love

I’ve bagged all day

Just to quench my thirst

Well now that you see me

Feeble, tired and cold

Are you one of them or apart of me

Or (may be) you will use me until your heart turns cold