Jan 2015
I am lost,
searching for a place to call home.
No map,
no compass.
I am lost,
wandering until I find a place to rest.
No warmth,
no safety.
I am lost,
struggling through years hoping I can find what I am looking for.
But I don't know what that is.
searching for a place to call home.
No map,
no compass.
I am lost,
wandering until I find a place to rest.
No warmth,
no safety.
I am lost,
struggling through years hoping I can find what I am looking for.
But I don't know what that is.
i feel as if im living for the hope that at some point life becomes worth living
