Where is my home? Oh where can my feet soundly sleep? Show me, the light at the end of this tunnel- Friend or foe, Lend me your floor and burnt toast; Say hello and goodbye, Good morning and goodnight, a couch i'll bet if I'm lucky- Enough for me to survive I need no BMW. Nor a spa and patio,velour- The smell of a friend I need, And a piece of bread at the door.
Reason for writing:
being on the road in a band, and meeting kind and beautiful people who would take 5 minutes out of their life to help give an individual a place to stay, and something to eat.
this world is not just full of selfish people who live to work and praise the dollar sign.
Birth sign: Cancer
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