"I just want to be."

I miss so many things and I know they'll never come back again. This whole thing seems all about loss sometimes.


"I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail.
Poisoned in the bushes, blown out on the trail.
Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn.
'Come in' she said, 'I'll give you shelter from the storm.'"

Anyone got some shelter for me?