Did you ever feel that you belonged,
Wherever your life was planted?
Did you wonder if things could be alright
If just one of your wishes were granted?
You only know one way of life,
You never knew it was any different
Than anyone else in this great big world
This is how your life is spent.
But you did know one thing for sure,
That your heart did not know love,
Your head would say this is ok
But inside you did not know love.
You have no home, no sacred space,
A place to feel safe & secure.
There are no gentle arms to hold you,
No protector to help you endure.
They sometimes say ignorance is bliss,
What you don’t know will not hurt you.
You only wish that this was fact,
But you know it isn’t really true.
You are like a lost soul searching
Never really knowing where to look.
Or even knowing what you need.
Your life is an old, sad book.
It’s easier to live day to day,
Watching the dark tide turn to foam.
To stop worrying about what might have been,
And stop trying to find your way home.
a rhonda original 2010©
Can’t Find My Way Home – Blind Faith
The song inspired the image which in turn inspired the poem.
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