You got lost at the very start You were raised by strangers Thought that you were unwanted Not enough
Hard to find a place Somewhere to settle, to stay A place safe and warm Home, a place to call
No time to find yourself When you’re busy with too much Life throws more lemons at you Than it does at everyone else
I don’t know what to say Except “stay strong” But as if that could make things better I wish I could do more
Just know that you’re not unwanted That I’m here with open arms A place called home can be a person Ready to catch all the lemons life throws at us
I know that there are some things I can’t understand But if there ever comes a time when you need a hand Let me know and I’ll be there A listening ear, a shoulder to cry on when you can no longer bear
I hope you don’t shut yourself out from the world Thinking no one will care And suffer alone It’s too much to withstand
I don't actually have a friend like that. But recently I've been thinking of writing in the perspective of others – which I think is a healthy habit to have. More to come. Note: This series will be denoted by "-" as seen above.