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Feet sore
Shoulder sore
Jumping about on the holes in the land
I smile
I’m broken
I feel worried
But my Friend is here
Sitting beside me
We are chattering delightedly
My very Best Friend
No words go between us
The wheels roll over the road
The hum of the engine is all I hear
Tired
Broken
I am on my way Home
No one but my Friend can cheer me up
My siblings will always be able to get my goat
That is why and only why
I come home on a sour note.
This hearth of two
A new heart of one
As a saying goes
A home is not a place
As far as love shows
All things together face
Rustling
Bustling
Through the corners
This small world
Around me
Very tightly
I hear all sounds
Like I would be their maker
A killer
By heart
Lives in my soul
Don’t come near me
Unless you will feed me
If you look at me closely
You see the symbolic never-ending circle
I cannot be caught
With black thoughts I go through life
Missing no one
Wanting nothing
But a home
“At the end of the day, it isn’t where I came from. Maybe home is somewhere I’m going and never have been before.”
“Perhaps home is not a place but simply an irrevocable condition.”
This is home
With tea and a meal hearty
There with you they party
Souls when their time has come
In time you found a way
That’s why you take souls
Not in their body
No one will come with you
You have to search for company
When nobody came
The day of your house-warming party
Not search for company
You would like to stay here
In this place you live
My brother
My friend
Death you are
Do you hear the wind breezing
Gently in the eaves of this house sneezing
In the corner lies a child freezing
In his toes there is no feeling
Will no one care for this child dying
One who should at least be crying
Do you not here is silent pain screaming
While he lies there of a better place dreaming
The lonely child has no other
In this world who’d care to bother
About such a pitiful creature
To whom life has been a cruel teacher
Why should he suffer so
The lonely soul with no place to go
Will no one take him in
Give food, shelter, love him
I will talk no more
For it will not better his score
Instead I go to him
And I will care for him
In my heart a home he will receive
And a hearth, food and a bed I give
For a poor child in such poor weather
Should in all men’s hearts compassion tether
Nobody should live loveless
A commodity that is priceless
To give has never cost less
Come now, child, and follow me
In safety you will be
No longer such sorrow on you
But happiness here waits for you
This is only the beginning
I will continue giving
Until all the world’s children have a home
A place, a family all their own
Sleep soundly small cat
On this road to the old capital
We will come home yonder night
Sleep soundly my little bird
Rest your head in your wings
We will come home yonder night
Sleep soundly little girl
Travel to dream lands untold
We will come home yonder night
Sleep soundly brave boy
Dream of knights and of dames
We will come home yonder night
Sleep tightly sweet children
Little cat, little bird
For we will come home yonder night
Yellow walls
And green hangings
Blue bed spread
Oak dwellings
That is what I see when I look around me
It is not where I wish to be
My dream is a home full of light
Matte colours of brown, black and white
With specks of colour forest green and gold
I like dark colours
Brooding and bold
I say goodbye to the cheeriness of my home room
For at the end of this year
I will be gone
Feet sore
Shoulder sore
Jumping about on the holes in the land
I smile
I’m broken
I feel worried
But my friend is here
Sitting beside me
We are chattering delightedly
She is my very best friend
No words go between us
The wheels roll over the road
The hum of the engine is all I hear
Tired
Broken
I am on my way home
No one but my friend can cheer me up
My sisters will always get my goat
That is why
and only why
I come home on a sour note.
Sleep soundly small cat
On this road to the old capital
We will come home yonder night
Sleep soundly my little bird
Rest your head in your wings
We will come home yonder night
Sleep soundly little girl
Travel to dream lands untold
We will come home yonder night
Sleep soundly brave boy
Dream of knights and of dames
We will come home yonder night
Sleep tightly sweet children
Little cat, little bird
For we will come home yonder night
