When I go home I feel like less of a man. I go home because I have nowhere to rest.
I work all the time and go from house to house, but they are not my home.
I do not have a bed to call my own.
Yes, but I haven’t had rest in a long time. I know my work will pay off. I really want to have a place where I can lay my head and rest my heart.
I bring my family with me. The family is at home, yet im away all the time.
I want a place to call my own. To relax in solitude. One place where no one can enter but me. It’s coming soon.
Soon can’t come soon enough.