I have looked to you before all others
I have found solitude within your arm.
Peace is but a word use by the weakhearted.
I had once been lost but now I'm found
I had once been whole but now I lay divided.
Love is a word abused by time.
She, who has forged a home in the darkness
Has now been forced into the light.
Home is where one is content.
I was lost but now I'm found
I was whole but I'm torn, battered, and beaten.
Kindness a word to describe others need to feel worthy.
I have lost my way
All that I once held to be true
Are nothing but lies in disguise.
If home is where the heart is
Then why have you forced me from my home
To a place where I'm all ALONE.
