THAT PLACE CALLED NOWHERE:

That place called nowhere, the place of my choosing,

But to those with no choice, that place is confusing,

The homeless on streets, their grey, cold & trudging,

The man behind bars, shackled & not ever budging.

That place where the orphan does not want to go,

That place where the sinners hunted, go to lie low,

No-where´s the place where the dying´s fears exist,

That place with nothing, lying deep within icy mists.

That place is where the lonely run away to be free,

That place, where many just don´t ever choose to be,

And yet it´s that place, where I go within my own choice,

That place called nowhere, is where I hear my own voice.