Gilgamesh
The house used to be warm when they were all home
Not the house is gone and I'm all alone
A stray on the street with no where to go
I wish I could tell them I miss them so
Trudging through alleys in the sleet and rain
Hoping one day I'll be there again
Down on my luck I'm just grasping at straws
I push down the feeling and press on on torn paws
Searching for light I'm always chasing that car
Run ragged and crooked, towards my guiding star
Will I catch it this time?
Will it help me be where you are?
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