All I Need Is... Poem by Leslie Xavier

This second floor room, my world;
as I slowly mend what's left of me.
Burnt by fire from in and out,
till I broke down a couple days back.
Dragging what remained of me,
I reached the place where life's saved,
only to be asked where do I belong,
they wanted proof, a bunch of numbers.

I had money, I'm a man,
but I don't belong here, what to do.
Can you save my life? I ask,
the one in the coat said, Yeah.
Care for money, I got that day,
as they pushed in needles,
hurting me further to save what's left;
nourishing my vein with fluids of life.

Oh I wish they knew what's ailing me,
I could've told; it's just four letters.
They peered right into my eyes,
but couldn't see my soul.
Used scopes to listen inside,
but couldn't hear my heart.
They never asked and I never told,
All I need is a little love, that's all.

I was taken 'home', far from home,
was told to stay, the dog's world.
I obey my master for the crumbs, and the pats, I don't mind.
I look out of the window, my prison glorious;
and see those gulls, aren't they in love.
They fly together and won't be lost.
Why couldn't we soar like them;
reaching shores, but be still at home.

I sing the song, one of hope;
longing for those good old days.
Wishing for life to come back fresh,
I can't fight for it, can only pray.
World is round, I wanna hope,
but I see flattened deserts everywhere I look.
To soothe my burns I need no balm;
all I need is a little love, that's all.