When I measure my worth I find my soul is weak and poor, I stumble through my house and leave my jacket by the door.
I sit and think and contemplate about my life gone wrong. I know not many that would even care to hear my songs.
I stand up slowly and I raise my arms up to my side, the shadows are my partners as I hum, and dance, and slide.
The lonely song I sing is not mine, not mine alone...
...I know that somewhere out there is a soul without a home.
Nov 25, 2019
Nov 25, 2019 at 7:58 PM UTC
When I measure my worth I find my soul is weak and poor, I stumble through my house and leave my jacket by the door.
I sit and think and contemplate about my life gone wrong. I know not many that would even care to hear my songs.
I stand up slowly and I raise my arms up to my side, the shadows are my partners as I hum, and dance, and slide.
The lonely song I sing is not mine, not mine alone...
...I know that somewhere out there is a soul without a home.