A Poem

Ones confused. One feels like a strong giant that just fell over life's small rocks. One knows what way to go, but don't know how to get there. One is walking strong, when darkness calls with a loud voice. The voice of light is so clear, but the voice of darkness is louder. How can one inherit victory when one does not fight? I am one. You are one. They are one desperately trying to find there way back home where there is no bricks, running water or doors to protect you. Home is where the walls can not fall. A place that can not be sold or payed for. One must be prepared for one can not tell when home will call.