I WISH I HAD A HOME (A homeless person's thoughts) Another night in the shop doorway I am freezing my soul to death My cracked lips are blue Chilblains on my fingertips I am shivering and shaking And it is way below zero With no shelter I just can not leave this cold As there is nowhere at all to go A solitary tear is frozen to my cheek While my teeth chatter erratically My feet are frozen like meat Finding it hard to get something to eat As this is no place for grace Being left on the streets I wish I had a home to be warm Instead of surviving on the streets.