I dream of a home,
of a beautiful place
where I would be welcomed as somebody's own,
and have my own space.
I dream of a home,
where I won't be ignored,
where I won't be alone,
and I'm always adored.
I dream of a home,
where I can be free to be who I am,
where I could always be free to roam,
and instead of a 'can't' there would be a 'can'.
I dream of a home,
where I have all the things I could ever need,
I'd have clothes beautifully sewn,
and all the books I could ever read.
I dream of a home,
where the weather is always warm,
where the sky reaches up like a blue dome,
and I'm never treated with scorn.
I dream of a home
a home where I'm loved,
a home where I'm somebody's own,
where I won't be so alone,
where I'm always free to roam,
where I have clothes beautifully sewn,
where the sky is like a blue dome.
And I dream of a place,
a place where I'm free.
Free to be myself,
and to have a real family.
And maybe someday, I'll come down from this dusty shelf,
and finally be able to let myself love,
and to never be thrown below,
but to be risen above,
and I'll never have to suffer another blow.
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