I have no home.
A place that makes me feel warm and not cold.
Some place where my tears are always dry.
Instead, I have a place where they angel will not sing.
A desert where I am always alone.
I sit in the same spot trying to cure my sorrows.
Then I remember they are all I got left to get me through the day.
Never a love that I can give time.
Never I moment that I can simply call mine.
This is just a place that somehow has become my home.