through the crowds
and dangers deep
there sits a man of noble stock
he plays his poker and nods around
to other men much like him
he earns much money but loses more
his wealth clouds his judgement
and soon he finds himself broke
and hits the curb and wanders home
he sits alone in the grey silence
with many thoughts that swirl about
and it comes to him then
and he sits up
and walks to his window
and flies from above

i need a place that is warm
that is comforting
with a lover of my own
with waiting arms
i need a place with family
or the comforting ticking clock
i need a home
for my own
damaged and rough soul