A day or a night
In either I may feel fright
As I hope and dream of a home
I can call my own
The wind will blow and whisper through the leaves
As summer, autumn winter and spring
Pass me by once again
Many new faces I might see
But all of them seem to look through me
I dream of the day someone passes me by
And looks me straight in the eye
They will see more than a stray
They will see a heart hoping for the day
That someone comes and swoops me fast
And find me a warm cosy home at last
By Sheara Camacho
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