Homelessness is sin or crime,
i don't know cause i am very fine.
Home is a place of peace and love,
with father as a prince and mother as a dove.
Wherever we go we remember home,
and wherever we go from japan to rome.
There is no place like home for me,
there is no other place for a sweet home to see.
Even the homeless have a home for himself,
his whole country will be his shelf.
For life to be hard for so it will be,
the soil will save till the top of the tree.
For that may be for a homeless to face,
never do i ant to take such a pace.