Homeless

The streetlight hums like a tired old ghost, Shaking its head at the things I’ve lost. My shadow’s stretched thin on the concrete floor, Like it’s packing its bags to run some more. I’ve been kicked by the night, kissed by the rain, Trading my heartbeat for pocket change. Every broken dream I dragged behind me Turned into chains that tried to bind me. —CHORUS— I’m homeless, but the road still knows my name. A wild thing, unclaimed, untamed. If the sky is a roof, then I’m sheltered in flame. I’m homeless… but I’m not ashamed. The city’s a choir of rattling vents, A lullaby for the discontent. I sleep where the world forgets to look, Writing my truth in a weathered notebook. And every bridge I burned still glows behind me, A trail of fire saying, try to find me. My heartbeat thunders in outlaw time, Daring the dark to step in line. —CHORUS— I’m homeless, but the road still knows my name. A wild thing, unclaimed, untamed. If the sky is a roof, then I’m sheltered in flame. I’m homeless… but I’m not ashamed. —BRIDGE— And maybe someday I’ll build a home From the pieces of nights I spent alone, But tonight, the stars say keep moving on. Their silver whispers push me strong. —FINAL CHORUS— I’m homeless… but I’m not undone. These worn-out boots have only begun. When dawn breaks open, I’ll rise like a drum— Homeless… but heading toward the sun.