I'm standing in a cold world, all by myself.
With no one there beside me.
I'm trying to find a place for me, no one in the world will take me in.
No one to help me live.
Sometimes when I fall asleep, I dream of being inside with a caring family.
Every morning I walk around, hopein that someone would care for and love me.
Someone to call mom or dad.
Thousands of people walking by, never stop to say anything.
When I walk in the streets of the city, I think of places to be.
In a warm house, surrounded by everyday family.
Or in a cold box, surrounded by come and go strangers.
Finally I'm standing in a house, warm and welcome I feel.
With my family, right there beside me.
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