Born a stranger, beneath a sky of glass,
Footprints fade where no memories pass.
Whispers of names I was never quite given,
Drift through the dusk like smoke in the river.
I reach for the chords of a song I once knew,
But the melody melts in the morning dew.
If home is a heartbeat, then why does it roam?
I’m born a stranger, still searching for home.