I have nowhere to go,

Yet so much I could say;

No one out there listens

As my words fly away.

 

I have nowhere to sleep,

To lie down undisturbed.

My nightmares will run deep;

My tender dreams are curbed.

 

I have nowhere to hide,

No place where I can run.

I’ll sit and contemplate

The cool, descending sun.

 

I have nowhere to grow;

To be the one I am.

My progress is too slow;

My future is a sham.

 

I have nowhere to grieve,

And yet I still can love.

My sweetheart’s cherished soul

Floats ardent up above.

 

I have nowhere to die;

I knew that you would ask.

The trespass of the sky

Will carry out this task.