A Place To Call Home

Sometimes I think
Life takes a hold
Where you might lose touch
And feel controlled

Maybe it's greed
In which we all strive
We forget to be thankful
For being alive

A taste of good life
That most of us live
Where we seem just to take
And forget how to give

Our friends are the same
To which we compare
And to all those beneath us
We forget they are there

I know I've worked hard
But sometimes feel shame
How many are homeless
With nothing to claim

Where I'll just walk past
To a home hot cooked meal
I'll ignore what I see
And pretend it's not real

There's no easy answer
And no simple fix
With their homes made of cardboard
And mine made of bricks

I should be grateful
With perspective in sight
And feeling so thankful
Where I'll sleep tonight