Sometimes to find life for yourself, you must go out and start again. Start in a place that you can call yours and no one can claim it from you.
He went and found some place of his own,
Loved it enough to call it home.
Still he found he felt alone,
And at night he’d go off to roam.
Roam until he found someone to share,
The place he had and make it whole.
He had to look, here and there,
But he could not find the one to fill the hole.
This challenge he could not overcome,
For a long time looking, her he could not find.
Without her at home he felt numb,
And started to think, to him she must be blind.