• Homeless that’s what they call us
    They say we have no home
    Because we live out on the streets
    And choose to drift and roam

    But, homeless is that what we truly are
    Who knows maybe it is
    But what about the heroes
    The women and the kids

    They say we chose this life of freedom
    To live out on our own
    To sleep beneath the stars at night
    To live our lives alone

    Webster says a home’s is just a domicile
    A place to live, a house
    If that’s all it really is
    Then I know I can live without

    Some say its where your heart is
    And we pray that this is true
    Cause some of us have spilt our blood
    And it was red and white and blue

    Some say that we are crazy
    That we sold our souls to cheap
    Because we’ll sell our bodies
    Just so our kids can eat

    But If you think we choose this life
    Then its you who’s lost your mind
    To suggest we woke up one morning
    And said I’ll leave it all behind

    To live the life of a prostitute,
    An addict, or a drunk
    To wear the same clothes every day
    That we carry in a trunk

    To Sell our bodies like a piece of meat
    Because we cannot cope
    To beg all day every day
    Just to buy the dope

    To watch the people laugh at us
    That look right into our face
    Who forget that we are there
    Unless we’re in their space

    Like when we beg for food
    Or break into their house
    To still a million dollars
    More like a sandwich or a blouse

    Well there now we have it
    The materialistic chain
    That wraps around your human heart
    Depriving oxygen to your brain

    Making you think that we are homeless
    Because your blind and cannot see
    That a home is where your family is
    And we are all your family

    We might be sick and tired
    We may be down and out
    But were still the long lost relatives
    This world tries to forget about~jeff~