Baby the streets
They use you and
You use them
Baby you don't need no house
Because the street
Is your home
You know everybody
In the street
And everybody in the street
They know you!
You love the street
And the people of the street
Yes indeed
You do
Baby you don't need no house
Because the street is your home
It's a home
That don't need no roof
It's a home
That don't need no windows
It's a home
That don't need no doors
No walls and no floors
A place where
The darkness
Is never gone
Baby the street is
Your home!
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They say home is where heart is. In truth I believe home is a matter of where your comfortable, a matter of where you fondest memories are. It could be a small rural farm in Pennsylviana. it could be central park in New York City. It is made by the way we live and inneract with others. Thanks for sharing such inspiring poem.