All The Way Home Poem by without wax

i was alone
in my heart, body and soul
searching for answers in a hole
dark, lonely and everybit cold...
it was far away from home...
here, no love, nor pictures of doves

i was alone
in my existence, a brief sojourn
filled with emptiness and dejection in my soul
is misery and hate my other clones?
it was far away from home..
here, no love, nor pictures of doves

i was alone
in my journey abode
my actions are contrasting in goals
some are pulling, some pushing; its a heavy load
such feeling of always being in a moan
so far away from home
here, no love, nor pictures of doves

i am alone
in the battle of my conscience over my carnal soul
a light seems so close
yet no glimpse of victory, no hope
either way, its comforting that i rose
im searching, im traveling all the way home
there, to find love and pictures of doves.