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Homeless (by W.J. Dylan)
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Walking around the corner I notice her Eyes
Brightly shining although her surroundings,
remind me of dirt, danger and lust
She seems calm and almost at peace
A light pierces the back of her head,
the whites of her eyes speak honestly to say,
"I am OK" in this squalor of a place
Tears well up in my eyes, her heart full of Joy
I am jealous of this woman without a home
Her heart if full of love, brimming over
mine can't get enough
It's empty and cold and I own A house
What does that matter
My soul is homeless, constantly seeking
someone or something to keep it company
Her soul is full of God and he keeps her warm,
although she's barely covered with yesterday's paper
and the light shines behind her,
Her big eyes bright
The whites of her eyes speaking honestly.
Is she homeless or am I
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