My home used to be
nice and dandy
happy and excited
clean and pretty

You used to see
friends shaking hands
saying how do you do
but really their saying
i love you

You can hear birds singing
in tall green trees
dandy lions everywhere
like baby spikes everywhere

The trees used to sing
when it was windy but now
they have vanish
now my home is

Trashy and awful
cloudy and gloomy
mad and sad
dead and dry
all you hear
is just arguments

But no matter what
It’s still home to me.