• This is my room
    It’s not big or small
    I’m lucky to have somewhere at all

    I share it with my brother sometimes
    When he has a bad dream
    We share with my mother when I have one too

    I have no comforting words
    I don’t know how to make it better
    For those without a home
    A baby without a brother to share what little he can give
    Without a mother to make the bad times just a bad dream
    It’s not that I don’t care
    I don’t know how to make it better