• 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.