IT'S WHO I AM
IT'S WHERE I BELONGED
IT'S WHERE I WAS BORN AND RAISED
IT'S WHERE I DECIDE TO LIVE IN
TOWARDS AND BEYOND THIS VERY DAY
MY INSPIRATION, MY GUIDE
MY REFUGE, MY COMFORT,
WHERE MY CHILDHOOD LIES
WENT THROUGH SO MANY THINGS
AND SO MANY LIVES
YET HOME IS HARD TO DESCRIBE
ITS VIRTUES
ITS LOVE, ITS NECESSITIES
IT'S MY JOY... AS WELL AS PRIDE
IT'S WHERE I USUALLY END UP
AFTER A LONG SUMMER'S NIGHT DRIVE
WHERE I DREAM, WHERE I DECIDE
WHO I AM...AND WHAT SECRETS I HIDE
WHERE MY IMAGINATION AND REVERIES TAKE FLIGHT
YET HOME IS HARD TO DESCRIBE
MY PLEASURES
MY PAINS
MY LOSSES
MY GAINS
MY FAMILY
MY FRIENDS
WHERE THERE IS NO REASON
FOR OUR LIVES TO END
MY HUMBLE ABODE...
THE ONLY DESTINATION
THE TRUTH IN A WEB OF LIES
WHERE I LAY ON MY BED OF NOSTALGIA
AND WONDER,
WHY?
DESPITE MY ACCOMPLISHMENTS
AND THE MANY TIMES I TRIED
I STILL DOUBT
TO FIGURE OUT
WHY?
WHY OH WHY OH WHY
IS HOME STILL SO HARD
TO DESCRIBE?
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