No Place
Like Home
There is no place like home so they say,
I know it's true I think about that every
day.
The house still stands from which I used to
roam,
but some thing feels wrong, It's no longer
my home.
What once was there is now gone for me,
and every time I think about it takes away my
energy.
No place to go, no place to be,
I wanders the streets for I have no
family.
There's no place to cry.
There's no one to love.
I fall to my knees and pray to the heavens up
above.
I pray for a home but not of wood.
I pray for a home made of true love, as it
should.
And I hope that someday I can find my
way,
To a warm place called home for which my
heart can stay.
Brady Smith
10/20/97