Home Poem by 107 tshepzen

A spot under the bridge,
a shack in the squaters,
a building of stone and concrete.

A place where you not called bad,
where you always needed,
it can never be the same without,
missed at every clik.

A place of belonging,
a spot of safety,
comfort it never seize to provide,
where you special and dear.

As destiny calls you away,
venturing around the world,
finding yourself lonesum and unwanted,
find your way back home,
a place deep inside my heart,
i will always love you.