Treasure Island

Little King of Sorrows


I've Made My Heart My Home


Wherever I may roam.
For where I am, there I be.
That essence left behind by me.

The struggle seems so endless.
This curse can leave me friendless.
Sacrifice became my life.
It's my double sided knife.

Another road ahead I fear.
Another hurt is looming near.
But on the way I surely know.
I'll leave some memories as I go.

Another soul to shed a smile.
Reminder of my life worth while.
Here or there. Near or far.
I leave a trail like shooting star.

Traveling soul, a vagabond.
Treasures kept! To me are fond.
As winter slowly comes to close.
I have no time for bitter foes.

I've made my heart my home.
Wherever I may roam.
For where I am, there I be.
That essence left behind by me.

Submitted: Thursday, March 21, 2013
Edited: Friday, March 22, 2013

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