As I am free and wild as fire
With my days spent in ocean’s arms
There still this something, more than meets your eye
An abode to fit my growing limbs and toes
Some shells that snails leave far behind
A second-hand home for me to thrive
See I don’t have a home I own
Some opinions expressed in this site might not suit your taste. Sure there are tons of tpyo, speling, andgramming errors. Well I never claimed to be perfect nor close to being an English teacher which gives me the right to commit these mistakes. Btw, thanks for dropping by.