A Home Is A Better Place
However I was loved by you, you did not want me,
Most of my life was in my own shadow.
I now stalk the streets hunting for food,
Nothing is out there to keep me happy.
Love was my joy, my burden, and my sorrow,
But now I am nothing.
Now I have no home, violence has surrounded me.
I was the object of all eyes,
But in my own eyes, I am close to perfection.
Could someone just hold me one more time;
Except now they fear me, and move away.
