Home (A.K.A. Lonely)

He ran away.
He ran away to China
Far away
Far away across the seven seas

His face was dark
Dark against the moving crowd
His head was high
High above the sea of pensive looks

His ways were odd
Odd from those around his darkish form
But he liked the rice
Eat with sticks; eat with hands
With hands?
Lonely for home 🙁

He went to the sea
Right beside the sea ship heading home
So he paid his way
Made his way again via the seven seas

Was he lost at sea?
Long days into stormy nights
But one day he heard the noise
He felt the heat
Home at last! He thought

But where is home?

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