'Help Me Find My Way Back Home' Poem by Linda Winchell

Sir, could you help me find my way back home?
I've been gone now for quite some time.
I was overseas in a war you know?
Helping others to live in freedom
like those of mine!

I've seemed however, to have lost my way
to my home, I once lived and knew.
I spent the best years of my life there
in that home in which I grew.

I know I may look kind of strange to you
and you may not wish to help.
But I was blinded from, some cross fire fighting
and am getting use to this, helping myself.

Is this ten, ten, fifty Harbor street?
Can't seem to read the signs.
And am trying to get use to
the darkness I'm in
it's a real pain, this being blind.

I just want to make it home to my Mom and Dad
and my sisters and cousins and Aunts!
But I'm lost and need some help from you
but now I heard you whisper that, 'I can't! '

Well then, if you would do me one big favor?
call this number,555-7777 on your phone?
And tell them their son Billy Mc Nally
is out here, and just needs to make it home.

So the man, did dial the number
and heard this reply, when he told them of this soilders request
'I'm sorry sir if you were bothered by Billy
but he has long gone, to his death.

He seems to always appear, around the Holidays
and stops, strangers on the street.
And asks if they can help him get home
to ten, ten fifty Harbor street.