Jan 21 – Foreclosure

The wind whipped coldly
Summer had never felt so freezing
Pulling blankets round our shoulders
All was thin and bare

We had a home
But it is gone
Now we live in the open
Beneath the cold sun

There was a warm fire
Now we can’t feed the flames
We burn the books we loved
To try and stay alive

We had a home
But it is gone
Now we live in the open
Beneath the cold sun

Where there once was a bed
Is cardboard instead
Family huddles closely
We shield each other from the storm

We had a home
But it is gone
Now we live in the open
Beneath the cold sun

The storm is snow
The storm is life
Both are cold and hard
Entirely unforgiving

We had a home
But it is gone
Now we live in the open
Beneath the cold sun

From corner to corner
We wander, forgotten
This is life
Now that we have no home

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