I have

I have scars in skin and soul
that already are closed.
I have broken past loves
that already are almost forgotten.
I have books in my room’s shell
that already are used.
I have old photos in a scrap book
that have already happened.
But I don’t have a home,
beach and sun close to you.
But I don’t have a car,
country and stars close to you.
But I don’t have a dog,
bread and trees planted.

I have an old guitar
that I’m still playing.
I have music and old records
that are still sounding.
I have ideas and written songs
that were kept in a drawer.
But I don’t have a home,
beach and sun close to you.
But I don’t have a car,
country and stars close to you.
But I don’t have a dog,
bread and trees planted.