Analysis of Homeless

When you hear me laughing out loud,
Remember it's tune and bottle the sound;
As once I'm gone that's all u have,
To ponder upon the things we had.

Your favourite colour was the colour of sky,
For me it was the colour of your eyes.
From where we came and where we go,
There is not a palce like home;
Home is where you feel at peace,
Home is inside the heart of each.