Gilgamesh

The house used to be warm when they were all home Not the house is gone and I'm all alone A stray on the street with no where to go I wish I could tell them I miss them so Trudging through alleys in the sleet and rain Hoping one day I'll be there again Down on my luck I'm just grasping at straws I push down the feeling and press on on torn paws Searching for light I'm always chasing that car Run ragged and crooked, towards my guiding star Will I catch it this time? Will it help me be where you are?