A home, that’s all I asked for,
Was it really that hard to give?
So your kicking me out the front door,
With nowhere else to live.

For many years, this has been my refuge,
A place for me to reflect,
But now you’ve turned, like Scrooge,
Into a being far from perfect.

What do you expect me to do?
Where do you think I’ll stay?
I can barely afford one shoe,
Let alone a barn for a day.

I remember when I was young,
And we’d play out in the sun.
Backwards and forwards on the swing I swung,
It used to be so much fun.

Holidays as a family, now they were great,
I think we all enjoyed them.
Staying out at the barbeque till late.

Have I been unkind, in years gone past?
Have I been hard to raise?
If so then please tell me fast,
Please tell me this is just a phase.

But no, your serious, you don’t want me around,
It’s hard for me to believe.
It looks like, I am homeless bound
I guess I’ll just leave.