Not The Same Poem by little wolf

The beds are not made

The kid are away

The end of mothers crusade

How that its the end of the day



How Im back, I cant call this home

Im now just a soul

In a place I once did rome

Where once there was fruit, how just lump of coal



My friends have moved on

My life is in the shade

My love have gone

Now that the cards have all been played



Where can I go

Where do I belong

It different show

And a different song.