Not Who We Are

It’s not who we are, it’s not what we do it's not what I want and not even close It’s just the edge of another point of view. And nobody am I We live in the city, a place both cruel and true. Look a little closer there are many to see, called homeless, but part of the street in me Because nobody is a stranger, and everybody’s part of view. Somebody knows the reason, and that somebody could be you. Keep your house closed, yout choice but open up your heart. The streets belong to all of us and warmth can be noicy but a start. They framed our value in stats, told us to be managed. You don’t solve the homeless, you just home them how big the mess that’s it, no reason why. People try to look away, and that’s the reason why we stay. Because nobody is a stranger, and everybody’s part of view. Somebody knows the reason, and that somebody could be you. Keep your house closed, you do but open up your heart. The streets belong to all of us and I am you warmth can be a start. In shelters we whisper, in doorways we sleep. Freedom feels borrowed, promises cheap. Everyone knows what to do, but nobody says how. It’s not a single story — it’s the city, here and now. Because nobody is a stranger, and everybody’s part of view. Somebody knows the reason, and that somebody could be you. Keep your house closed, you will but open up your heart. The streets belong to all of us and warmth still can be a start. If you want to solve this problem, start seeing it as you. Trust is fragile, right lets try and shame breaks through. Those once unseen are mirrors too they lost their place, but never you. Because nobody is a stranger, and everybody’s part of view. The city breathes our story, the homeless are your truth. Keep your house closed, you may but open up your heart. The streets are free and i will stay for every soul got somebody’s heart