A/N I'm back and boy am I glad. Somehow I got extremely sick (I always do when I go away from home) and I am still extremely sick. Thank God there's a bathroom fifteen feet from our computer. I'm not officially starting this story yet (though the first chapter of "Partners in Crime" should be up by now) I just thought I'd share with you this little tune that will serve as the theme for "You Can Never Belong", "Mahalo Stitch" and "Change of Heart". I wrote it after the first time I heard "Desperado" by the Eagles. Needless to say I fell in love with that song and it stuck in my head. This is the same kind of song, but definitely not a parody or anything like that.

Dedication: there are several people that this story is for. First of all: Kawaii Spinel Queen of Evil. A very active and talented author who deserves a lot of credit for her stories. Second of all: Keysha. She doesn't get to update as often as the rest of us, but that only makes her stories better. Both of those two put me to shame. This story is also dedicated to Caf-Een the Insomniac (who hasn't posted any stories yet, but we're all waiting with bated breath). Now that that's over. **************************************************************************** ********

Wanderer,

Why do you walk this lonely road?

Traveler,

Why carry such a heavy load?

You say you don't mind, it's all right,

Lookin' for that familiar place each night.

Wanderer

Why do you walk away?

Traveler,

Why won't you stay?

You've been walkin' for far too long,

Come to this place where you belong.

So tell me

Why do you not see me?

Don't you understand what we mean

To each other?

Oh my brother.

Does it do any good

To keep walkin' for dreams?

Know how much we care for you

And hope you feel it too.

A place to belong

Family

People who care

Just like me

Come on and give it a chance

Find your place and take a name.

Give me a chance.

**************************************************************************** ********** A/N how's my songwriting? Personally I think it's awful. But I suppose that this is what happens when a song gets stuck in your head and you're stuck at an academic team meet until eight, eight thirty at night. Well, I got go be sick for a little while. A word of advice, never make a sandwich out of white rice and a butt-load of butter when you're sick.

Owen- what are you talkin' about? That always makes me feel better!

Me- shut up, Owen. Aloha everybody ^^_^^