by Emma Lippincott
From the days I have wandered
Places I've known
I've been looking for a place to call
My very own.
I've never known about anything
Until I came to a world that is so strange.
Did I die and come back to life?
Was I killed and burnt?
Does anybody know about what happened to me?
Because I obviously don't know.
I have tear stains on my eyes,
I'm crippled by love fear
I know all the lines,
I know all the answers,
I'll try to do better,
Until I'm too weak to try.
I will try to do better until
Can find a place to call
My own place.
A place that I can call home........