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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
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Feb 5, 2017
Feb 5, 2017 at 5:14 PM UTC
What it’s like
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
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Feb 5, 2017
Feb 5, 2017 at 5:14 PM UTC
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