I stumbled across
A figure unknown,
Alive, but alone,
Lost in his dreaming.
I stumbled because
That figure alone
He must have known
What I was thinking:
That's no place to call home.
I've stumbled before,
And I'll stumble again.
I wish I'd known then
How to give shelter.
A place to call home.
I'll stumble some more,
But I'll seize the day, then
We'll see the day when
It's not much to ask for:
A place to call home.
Sure as home is where the heart is
Homelessness is heartless and cruel.
Home...
If the heart is where the home is,
Aren't we all homeless too?
I stumbled again
On that figure now known,
No longer alone,
Secure and with shelter.
I stumbled and then
I saw how he'd grown
In a place of his own.
So if home's where the heart is
Then surely it's smartest to start
Helping figures unknown.
Then we'll all have a place...
A place to call home.
A place to call home.