Vagrant

I am going to speak of an unusual home,

not a single one of you will ever even wish for.

No roof above but a giant black frozen sky

with walls made of no concrete or bricks.

Hearts are somehow beating warm behind

battling and breathing upon the borderland.

With prayers resting upon their frozen lips

they beg for a blanket on their cold hands.

Their body has turned into frostbitten flesh,

with a single layer of cloth dangling on their skin.

Their alchemy with their warmth is still missing,

while their faith chose to bleed homelessly sick.