My body a shell, empty and alone.

I wish that I could remain strong.

I long to live free and have a home.

I once had somewhere I could roam.

But now that’s gone.

My body a shell, empty and alone.

They say all I did was moan.

That who I was is wrong.

I long to live free and have a home.

My only friend is my phone.

In my heart was once a song.

My body a shell, empty and alone.

I was loved less than their garden gnome.

Parents no longer there, my family gone.

I long to live free and have a home.

On the streets abandoned, forever to roam.

Forever to think I’m something wrong.

My body a shell, empty and alone.

I long to live free and have a home.