I have no place to call my home.
The bed where I soared in dream is ash.
Those once joyful dreams have left me alone.
To wade in the filth of my valley of ash.
The world must have needed my tears.
Someone must have wanted my to be lonely.
For the warmth of a bed and the memory of years.
Or to realize that I had to have done something wrong.
Who knows what is for better or for worse.
The rain crashed down and the lightning came.
Who knows if it was a blessing or a curse.
When I lost my past in a nightmare of flame.
At first I thought I would rather die.
And then I wished I could Disappear.
But after I thought that maybe I'd just cry.
I thought maybe it'll be better for me in a year.
I have no place to call home.
The bed where I soared in dream has crushed.
Those once happy dreams have left me alone.
To wade in the filth of my valley of death.
The rain and lightning took my content.
They left me to long for the comfort of warmth.
The rain was angry and with her discontent.
She bid the lightning on me to go forth.
I have no place to sleep I have no place to stay.
I have no place to smell the sweet scent of home.
That pushed my nightmares away.
The clothes I wear are not mine.
They were given to me out of pity.
I do not mean to cry, I really should not complain.
There are much worse than I.
I do what I can to feel content.
This feeling I have drives me insane.
This feeling I feel is pain.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008