I want to go home.
But I have not.
And you cannot want for what you don't have.
So I'll stay,
I'll be silent and not make a sound.

Others don't get it.
Others don't care.
For what I want most is already theirs.

They don't understand why.
Because they don't try.
It's all an excuse.
A poorly disguised ruse.

What I want is simple.
What I want is sweet.
All I want is a place to call home.
Not just a house by a street.

Alas,
I am alone.
And I always will be.
But that silence of mine makes me just a little more free.

Life is beautiful.
Life is scared.
Life is just a little too messed up to care.

I hope you find your homes.
I hope you're treated fair.
Because to be completely honest,
It makes me realize,
I don't need one to be happy for you,
Since you all deserve equal share.