A place to call home

Sitting here,
all alone,
with no place,
to call my own.

Sitting here,
watching people walk by,
staring up,
to the dark sky.

Sitting here,
with nothing to give,
like there isn't any,
reason to live.

Sitting here,
looking up at the moon
I decide to change
my little tune.

Sitting here,
now trying to be brave,
I build myself,
a small cave.

Sitting here,
now with someone beside me,
I think to myself,
I finally got company.

Sitting here,
not so feeling alone,
and now with,
A Place to Call Home.