Mister Who?

I grew up as someone I don't know.

In a place that I can't remember.

The burning desire to reach my highest potential

Was frozen in some childhood winter.

Mother's hamburger helper tasted like shelter for a sinner.

I miss her voice when she used to call me home.

Before I had a phone, her voice rang in the hollowness of my bones.

Moving around the bruises earned on the road to belong.

I remember how good it felt when it was all going wrong.

I ran away from a home that knew exactly who I was.

I kept running.

Until I ran out of love.

Deceived by the false freedom of a dark dove.

My heart needs a hug.

My spark needs a plug.

Don't let me die on this motel rug.

Don't let me drift back into who I was.