My Home, My Neighborhood
Home The wind breathing In your face as you look up at my Home You’d smell the freshly cut grass From the neighbors’ You’d hear the birds Chirping from the trees But what you see May not look too beautiful…
Home The wind breathing In your face as you look up at my Home You’d smell the freshly cut grass From the neighbors’ You’d hear the birds Chirping from the trees But what you see May not look too beautiful…