The Spare Room
There's a room in my heart; A room for wandering strangers A room for homeless kids A room for those that need A little bit of love. I keep it safe and warm for those who come and go so when I love my folks and those I always love I leave a little space for the traveller in the dark who needs some gentle care and a little bit of love I keep that little room for the homeless little kids who need a little love but cannot pay for it I keep the little room for the injured birds of spring a place to heal their wounds before they fly back home. the doors are always open and the room is always there for every passing stranger who needs an open heart. First written by Arinola Abari in Aug.1996