My Home - Poem by FREEMAN DAVID
Its Christmas and I haven't seen my home
Its late and I have no home to rest my head
If only I have somewhere to lay my head.
My home of peacefull coexistence
Only if you would be my home.
Only if this could be our home
Only if this could be our world.
No place that far when my home is with me.
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