We had no roof, so we took shelter under faith.
No home, so we slept under knowledge,
The newspaper stands scattered through town.
No heat, so we burned love for warmth,
We were given no place to rightfully live, so we made our own,
No place to peacefully die, so we lived.
And with no roof, our prayers lifted to heaven,
No brick to cap our dreams.
With no home, we knew no chains,
So we lived free.
And without heat to chase the cold from our bones,
We huddled together for warmth,
And my body became yours, our souls became one,
And we knew no hate.
With no place given to live,
We bound ourselves not to rule, but to one another,
Found kneeling to nothing but ourselves and the God
With no place, no time, no luxury to die,
We raised ourselves from the streets,
From the slums, from the beds of our masters:
And we lived.