Home

I look back to see

The place I used to call home

As the wind pulls me away

I can hear it

Calling my name home

And then I see that all the leaves stand strong 

All except me

As I fly away

I look up to see 

With each mile I take

The sky growing darker 

Like a shadow following me

Suddenly the wind started to get stronger 

As it howels louder and louder

I start to get shivers as I start to wonder

If I'll ever be able to get back home

Will there be a sign?

Any sort of hope? 

Or will I be

The lonely homeless me?