You ask me what's important to me, what makes me happy,                                                                 My friends, art and my family.                                                                                                          There's one thing though that nobody would have known.                                                              Home.                                                                                                                                                 Where I come from. Growing up I hated my home, as most people do.                                       Memories there haunted me, I felt trapped and alone,                                                                              I did not feel like that was my home.                                                                                                        I moved away to a city all concrete and all flat. No mountains. No privacy.                                         I still felt trapped and I still felt alone.                                                                                                   This place was still yet not my home.                                                                                                 I went back to my hometown,                                                                                                             went through the mountains, drove around.                                                                                         The memories chased me but I am grown now.                                                                                        I can see them all clearly, sort them all out.                                                                                               I don't cry when I think of the way my mother laughed, or smell apple dumplings and chicken.                                                                                                                                                      I don't feel sad when I think of the queens of Pine Mountain, who had to grow up too fast.                   All the times that rushed by when I wanted them to last.                                                                           I can look back and smile and feel more secure,                                                                                   I'm not trapped anymore don't you see.                                                                                                   It wasn't the home that had trapped  me inside,                                                                                     the trapper, she was me.                                                                                                                           I am free, I am grown and this place is my home and I feel it whenever I'm here.