Home?

By Rodney Schmidt: 1969
(side note: lost love, desperate search to tell, the great emptiness)

I’m a long way from Home…
Home’s where I’m at.
The world once so bright
Now heartless and cruel.
I’m all alone now
Yet their war to fight
Love is joy, a purpose for life
Lack of it is desperate desolation.
I only hope my body takes as long dying
As the love that is within it does.
My bags are packed.
Soon I’ll be on the go
But for that stranger’s smile
I could never go on.
I must believe…
But love’s memories are so, so grand.
It couldn’t be true; then it was,
Now it isn’t, or so they say?
Hey…hey you there,
I love you?…please?