Leaving behind my home
Leaving behind my identity
Carrying with me bag of hopes and dreams...
Struggle is only the start
Starting again in no man's land
Where friends are family
And family only voices from a distant
Reminding me time and again
To take good care of the bags I carry with me.
1 comment:
this is a good picture of the small places where home and homes show up for the homeless. plus, the words are nice and i like it very much. nice work.
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