little boy wandering the streets alone

for as long as he had ever known

little boy wandering the streets alone

for he had no home of his own

little boy visited the old man

who was withered and dying and could barely stand

took a wrinkled palm into his own hands

and asked what home to him was on this land

old man chuckled and tipped his head

home for me is with my wife he said

where the fire burns high and warm and red

that is it, my home ahead

little boy thought the old man’s answer through

and thought hard about what he should do

decided although nice, it wasn’t for him

the man gave him a reassuring grin

little boy wandering the streets alone

for as long as he had ever known

little boy wandering the streets alone

for he had no home of his own

little boy visited the bakery at the side of the street

where the woman’s hands were dusted with flour and wheat

rows of pastries in the case were both savory and sweet

what a pity, he could never afford a treat

when asked about home the woman sighed

outside my bakery, there’s always a line

but they’ll be gone in a matter of time

i take residence on the floor up high

little boy thought the baker’s answer through

and thought hard about what he should do

she invited him to stay for a while

but he slipped away, in his place, people piled

little boy wandering the streets alone

for as long as he had ever known

little boy wandering the streets alone

for he had no home of his own

little boy met a wanderer who had traveled far and wide

impatient two-toned eyes flicking from side to side

and asked if she was to decide

where she thought her home would lie

wanderer told him, she once had a friend

but those joyous times had come to an end

i reminisce for the times when she didn’t lie dead

but for now, i wander far and ahead

little boy thought the wanderer’s answer through

and thought hard about what he should do

eternally a lost man was no way to live

and thanked the traveler, though she had nothing to give

little boy wandering the streets alone

for as long as he had ever known

little boy wandering the streets alone

for he had no home of his own

little boy found another boy like him

a boy in suspenders and a frame that was thin

the expression he bore, for his age, was grim

little boy thought the chance of an answer was thin

my mommy disappeared when i was barely older than nine

my daddy, years after left me and died

a friend took me in, said with him i could shine

for now, i’m happy, for now, i'm fine

little boy thought the boy’s answer through

and thought hard about what he should do

he didn’t have friends with room to spare

little boy sighed and shook his head in despair

little boy wandering the streets alone

for as long as he had ever known

little boy wandering the streets alone

for he had no home of his own

little boy saw a crowd and went to see

a man in the middle he must be a king

fingers adorned with shining jewels upon rings

king, is your home full of royalty?

king said, as you know my home is the castle

full of riches and laughter and dazzle

but being in the spotlight is quite a hassle

i prefer the quiet streets of road travel

little boy thought the king’s answer through

and thought hard about what he should do

he didn’t have money or gems to pay

king wished him well on little boy’s way

little boy wandering the streets alone

for as long as he had ever known

little boy wandering the streets alone

for he had no home of his own

little boy stumbled upon a runaway

with crazed green eyes, who smelled of decay

he stumbled away, did not want to be prey

but runaway had something to say

home for me might as well be jail

in return for saving me chaos will prevail

come with me i’ll tell you more tales

unlike now you’ll never ail

little boy thought runaway’s answer through

and thought hard about what he should do

a life of crime would be over in no time

the entire journey would be an uphill climb

little boy wandering the streets alone

for as long as he had ever known

little boy wandering the streets alone

for he had no home of his own

little boy reflected on the people he met that day

he wondered how they easily found their way

contemplated what they had said

and started walking away

old man valued family and warmth

baker would work all day, even when her hands were worn

wanderer’s home was lost with her friend

boy could do nothing but depend

king lived in a castle full of riches

runaway came from a trap full of witches

all these people had their own homes

but little boy was all alone

little boy wandering the streets alone

for as long as he had ever known

little boy wandering the streets alone

for he had no home of his own

little boy thought and had nothing to say

he had nowhere permanent and stable to stay

looked at his options and started to weigh

what was home for him today?

home for him was a home full of tension

home was harsh on them, he was no exception

but others were there to show him what’s true

his mother and father showed love for him too

little boy wandering the streets alone

for as long as he had ever known

little boy wandering the streets alone

little boy found his way home.