In a back alleyway
so dimly lit, he found me
In a bar out of the way
in a corner, he found me
Pacing beside a raging fire
ready to step forward,
he found me
Lost in my own ire
speaking calmly, he found me
Kneeling in the cold darkness
heart sore, he found me
Waiting alone, in my starkness
he pulled me home, he found me
He found me hungry, he found me needing
He found me alone, naked and bleeding
He found me cold and offered warmth
He found me vulnerable
and offered his coat
He found me in a place
I never really wanted to be
He found me only because
he lived there with me