It’s like wanting a home
Somewhere to call my own
But knowing it won’t happen
The bridges are burned

It’s feeling lucky
To have shelter
But knowing it’s not
Gonna last forever

It’s feeling uneased
When counting the months
Thinking I am too lucky
When will my luck turn

It’s seeing your goals
They are so near
God let me reach them
Before they are gone

It’s being compassionate
Wanting to help others
Knowing how desperation
Can be so unkind

It’s feeling alone
Yet forcing a smile  
Because sadness is constant
Learning to mask it