My home
You were gone before I left
and I waited for you to come home
but we're all alone on this empty road
there's not place for us to call home
I looked across this empty road to find a way for us to come home
I failed at my sight, I looked around and I was blind
Now I see no path in mind
could it be that I can't find...a way
But you are my home
and I'm gonna find a way
sticks and stones may break my bones
and rivers may slow me down
but I'm gonna find a way somehow
to find my home
This poem is about:
Me