without a home 2012There are times
when I still feel like a stranger in this world,
like nobody knows me,
and I don’t know anybody who’s there for me.

I want to go home,
but I can’t go home yet,
and I remain where I’m lost
and cold
and forgotten.

When will I be able to see the dawn again,
when will I be free
to go where I want to go?

No more a stranger,
no more a nobody,
no more alone,
and without a home.