when days get cold and dreary
think youre all left alone
and the clouds in the sky turn gray
youll always have aplace to call home
think the world has turned against you
and fate comes knocking at your door
you will see all the people
homeless here on earth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
skies turn gray all the time but never did I see all those homeless