The Unfinished Poem

Walking along
At the end of the road
I'm a little surprised
That theres no where to go

I'm still going
I'm stumbling on
Out of the darkness
I'm still on my own

Looking around
I'm all alone
Startled and frightened
Theres no one around

Theres on thing Ill say
Id rather be alone
Then back inside in pain
Back at my troubled home

I love the feeling of fresh air
I love standing here
And I Love the wind in my hair
No way will I go home
I want to be here all alone

Up on the hilltop
I got my Ipod
My music is hard rock
Thinking about it all