Wondering around like a lost child,
looking for the way home.
Going down path after path,
not finding the right one.
Being scared of what I might find at the end of each path.
Hoping it's not another dead end.
Family fading fast, becoming
part of that haze of confusion.
Going through tunnels, holes, all parts of the maze of life.
Never stopping to catch my breath,
or for a drink of water,
because one path will lead me
to my home sweet home.
