So what exactly does HOME mean to me
There are four different points to that question, my friend
For after enduring the mean, heartless streets
My pain of homelessness are truly at an end.
H is for Haven, my own comfortable abode
A place to be stable, safe, warm and dry,
I can find a large room to hide out from the world
While kissing my homeless troubles goodbye.
O is for Opening, an invitation, really
For family, friends, and those who’ve helped me
I can invite them to visit anytime
And show off mi casa for all the world to see.
M is for Myself, to whom I can take care of
While staying in my place, I can heal from all pain
Once this euphoria has completely worn off
I will never reside on the streets AGAIN.
E is for Eternity, as to how long I will stay
No hopping around from shelter to shelter,
Or from one city to another, place to place
For at last I have reached the promised land
And have regained my own exclusive space.
So that is what home truly means to me
For I was once there before the streets came
And now that this life has returned to my soul
Life as I now know it, will never be the same.
