I have a brother,
I have a sister,
I have a father, mother,
Hardly a family.
I know you're my friend
And this stranger standing
And that beggar there
I know very well.
I have a house with roofs
But I live here with you
My house has walls too
With you on the streets of our world.
I have many cousins
Can trace my family tree
Yet there is no one to call
Nobody knows me at all.
Perhaps I need to poor
I am a poor in spirit
Among the things I owned
E 'with you I found my home.
June 5, 2001
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