Inner Space Galaxy
I may not be rich
Or have much money
But you'll never be homeless
With me
In my heart
You have a home
Your outer space
Is my inner place
Baby, since you moved here
Walls have disappeared
Just getting bigger
Wider
A double why'd?
Homie kinda home
That's me
Yertically
Horizontally
Just about torn down
Every erected wall
That secretly existed
Love that almost
missed us
Who knew?
You'd be moving in
And sharing this
Sacred space
With me
We will never be homeless
Because you have a home
In me
Your helpmate
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