Homelessness

Here is some fresh inspiration that I got while writing a paper about homelessness yesterday. I've been in a song writer's rut of sorts lately. This sing is everything but complete, but here's what I've managed to pen so far:

like a child separated from the one thing she knows

in a shopping mall of strangers and discount price clothes

i am crying and going from mother to mother

in search of the one that first gave me my life

and maybe that angel is blocking my view

my front door to home again obscured by an angel

in white and gold and flying and singing to you

but if i touch that robe again i know that i'm gonna be ok

but what do i have on an angel that's singing anyway?