Upon this tired earth I tread
            Searching for my true homestead
            I have traveled  two score and nine
            trying to find a place that's mine,
              to me, my home has been denied
            In the shadows , I must hide ,
              blood is the language of my blade
              freedom, from my soul, forbade ,
              my quest , now like a horse gone lame
              It's over , fade to black , endgame......

                                                        - C  Fuller