Homeless run
One half collapsed during a storm
The other, where I was born
Crushed by a huge tree
It was the first time I had to flee
With some wood and stone
We build a new home
It was small but we had a roof
which was a little bit waterproof
Rain fell from the big cloud
`stop` I screamed loud
he didnĀ“t bother
our house crushed, soken by water
we moved further away
walked day by day
coming closer to tommorrow
with only feet feeling sorrow
No water in the neighbourhood
no water for fruit
that makes me think:
why am I so big?, cause the others shrink?
Nothing grows without being awake
Becoming dry is the solution for being wet
I realized that we made a mistake:
The first time, we fled