I sit all alone,

And I'm wondering why?

Why do I ever feel deprived?

I have a home,

I have a Life.

Driving, I see the homes passing me,

I wonder who's there,

Would they understand me?

So many people in such a small place,

Home after Home,

But I don't see a face.

If I were to open up these doors,

Who would be inside?

Would it be a whole family?

Or a solitary guy?

So many people in the world,

And all I think of is those I know.

So open the doors,

Receive a broader mind.

We can't understand things,

If we don't look inside.