My space

I come from around the world

I have always had a roof over my head

Even when I did not have a room of my own

And I have envied the travellers

With their world on their back

Living a life of their own

I encountered a lost soul, she said

I have nowhere to go, nothing to be,

No more, no more

And I just stood there nodding

Knowing where she was coming from

I have climbed the gifted tree

Looked the boogie in the eye

There is nothing scarier than knowing you’re the scarecrow

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