An old tune, long forgotten 

Deep with metaphors of home

Buried in a humble longing

With history to uphold

Do we ever find home?

Oh, the farther we roam,

Does true home yet escape us?

Does our history fade, like and untied braid,

In the harsh moving wind? 

Off in the distance of perception,

Lies somewhere waiting for you 

Home is not where the heart is

Lest the heart should seek the truth.