Home And You Poem by Charles M Moore

I have wandered all my life
a heart that roamed
from city slums I've overcome
what life has thrown
and I've seen many faces
where the streets are mean
but now I'm here and you my dear
are all I dreamed

From naked backstreets
where the rain was washed with tears
and blood was a commodity
that cut with fear
where dirty windows hid the sun
and colours fade
and broken kids with broken toys
had lost their way

I'ts easy being a soldier
with a wooden gun
in cobbled alleys where the rats
and I would run
to build a simple castle there
from rubble stone
I knew Princess that we would meet
and make it home

To gaze from derelict rooftops
watching clouds go by
and wish that I could join them
that I could fly
like summer birds that leave
when winter comes along
a destination calling me
since I was born

The air was always cleaner
in another street
and I would search each one for you
with itchy feet
as soon as I was able
sure I ran away
a teenage kid I tried and lived
my life that way

My mind was never empty
and I'd pick and steal
to hitch a ride or skip a fare
was no big deal
searching high and low
and seeking places new
but all I ever wanted
was a home and you.