In a quaint little village
I'm home, yet not home.
Surrounded by people
And yet completely alone.
Never knowing,
And trying not to show,
What people will do,
And apprehensions grow!
Scared of a life -
That I don't know how to live.
Keeping bundled inside
All that I want to give.
Wanting to talk,
Just needing a friend,
Sometimes so down
Wishing life would end.
But I'll hold on to the string of life
Sometimes just between my fingertips,
And try to keep going with a smile,
Hoping the string never slips.
For someday, I know,
I'll find a reason for being here,
I'll find a way of giving,
I'll find someone dear.
And someday, maybe,
Not quite so alone,
I'll find a place
That can really be home.