Poverty is a condition and state of mind that haunts our reality during hard times.
I am in search of some place to lay my head
A warm soft pillar would not be bad
With the addition of a love one near my head
The comfort of my bed is a mission I had
I know to live alone will be an uncomfortable scene
Because the love within me is not for self
It is something to be shared like wanting good health
A place where you feel secure and at peace
A place for both you and me
I need thick soft blankets for the cold dark nights
They must cover my body from head to toe
The comfort of my bed no other need know
To prevent the crisp air outside from entering my front door
As I lay quiet while the wind howl outside
There is only peace and love inside
The comfort of my bed is where I want to be
No other place I can feel free
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