i am cast away-
waiting, and watching cruel waves
for that lifesaver
i am cast away-
waiting, and watching cruel waves
for that lifesaver
Home is a house—
but home is also a cardboard box
Home is an apartment—
but home is also an alcove in a store
Home is a condo—
But home is also a gym mat on the floor
Home is a cottage—
But home is also a tent near a highway
Home can be a choice—
but sometimes,
a home is not a choice—
but a trap.
When a person dies
on the streets
where do they go?
do they go to heaven?
does anyone miss them?
does their family know?
and if they went to heaven…
do they have a home now?
or are they still sleeping
on a sidewalk,
outside Heaven’s gate?