Do You Have Room for One More_

I've been walking down these midnight streets. Carrying stories in my hands.

Every dream I try to keep. Keeps slipping through like grains of sand.

But then your light cuts through the dark. Like a window left ajar.

And suddenly I'm wondering. If I've come to where you are.

I'm not asking for forever. Just a moment at your door. But my heart

keeps whispering softly. Like it's asked this all before. Do you have room for one

more. In the quiet corners of your life? Someone who's learning

how to stay. And not just how to survive. I don't need a perfect welcome.