Let me tell you a story today,
A story about a wandering soul.
He walked on all fours hastily
As though he knew where his home was.
Dusk hit day before he could realize;
Sweat dripping from his little jaws
Left trails all along the woods.
A little bird on its flight asked,
"Hello, the slyest of all! Where do you go?"
"I'm searching for my home" responded he.
It soared higher and swifter with its lyrics,
"Everyone is searching for a home,
A home that's not close to sight,
A home that never was there!"
He paid no heed to its song
And stopped under an old old oak.
Perhaps fate brought him back there;
There lay rotten flesh and bones beneath,
A body of four little ones and a big one.
There strangely was one amongst the four
That resembled him in every way,
Except it was cold, half skinned and frozen
Like the rest, motionlessly.
The journey exhausted him weary
And as he rested his eyes to regain energy,
Four warm souls embraced him,
"We are your home, your only home.
Always been, always will be".
He could feel the warmth from them;
It was now a long long night of peace,
And a home where he belongs.