A Place Were I Belong

A Place Were I Belong

I'm standing on a corner holding
my mother's hand worried about,
where we are going to sleep tonight.

We have no family we're all alone
My father's a dead-beat who probably
forgot that I was even born.

My mother lost her job then our home.
now we are sleeping in a shelter,
leaving before the morning sun.

While other kids go to school to learn,
I go to school for the free lunches served.

Teacher’s wonder why I'm so stressed out,
You would be to if you had to sleep
on the street tonight.

My mother is trying the best she can,
to find a job and a place to stay.
All the doors keep getting slammed
in her face.

One thing that keeps her spirit's high,
is that she still me and our love.
That’s something money cannot buy.