LYRICS:
V1
There is no warmth for me down here
Not a thing for me, but coldness and fear
I’ve no place to rest my head
All I take with me to bed are my saltless tears
V2
Not a penny to my name
I can’t spare a morsel from this borrowed plate
All my hands hold is this cardboard sign
All the help that it can find brings me back to the same
CHORUS 1
I think of how I used to be
And where it is I’d like to be
I try and try to make a change
The results are all the same
Well clearly this is not my time
but I wish that it were yours
I just want to come home
CHORUS 2
A feast before my enemies
A mansion on the streets of gold
A refuge from these strangers’ eyes
and the judgments that they hold
Only ‘cause they don’t know
Bridge
Not my story
Not my name
Not my shame and not my pain
CHORUS 1, CHORUS 2
Last line
I just wanna come home . . .
This is an audio draft of my song submissions for OneReasonRecording's 2013 Homes Campaign.
I tried to imagine what the story of a homeless perosn might be and how I might feel in their shoes.
Are you familiar with ORR (http://1reasonrecordings.org/)?
If not, you should definitely check them out. They are a nonprofit organization run by college students. Each year they choose a social justice issue and collect musician submissions to compile the best of for a CD they sell to raise money (they also sell T-shirts for each campaign).
This year the campaign is to raise money for the homeless:
To submit a song of your own check out this page.
