Why am I so for from Home.

Why am I so far from Home.The road looks so much like the old road,that I thought I was Home.Why am I so confused too see this road.This road to Home.I feel so alone.I here the voice your not along, but I feel so lost I can't come Home.These little demons of past I reserve.I Live this life too past the time.All the words come into play,so here Iam too say.They play me like a fiddle so smooth and soft,but I Live my Life so cruel and rough.So here am inside this world ,too live this life all whirl and twirl.