Home Sweet Home There lies an old box,
Brown cardboard, tipped on it's side,
In the shadow of an overpass,
Where the homeless reside.
Shunned by society,
Condemned to the street,
With boxes as houses,
Newspapers as sheets.
No money for rent,
But then, there's none to be paid,
For there are no landlords,
Where the homeless have laid.
Darkness engulfs them,
No more do they roam,
But to sleep in their boxes,
Ah, Home Sweet Home.
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No End In Sight In ancient times,
In lands long dead,
In the race of life,
Death was ahead. Life was waning
Dying and fading,
The hunger for power,
Had all men crusading. Chaos was ruler,
King of the land,
Peace was outlawed,
Order was banned. Children were crying,
Screams in the night,
Put an end to the slaughter,
Put an end to the fight. Now everything is different,
But nothing was changed,
The people are power hungry,
And the leaders deranged. The evil continues,
But, so does the fight,
The outlook is good,
No End In Sight. |
