My home

Fri, 03/11/2016 - 12:21 -- 1001635

You were gone before I left

and I waited for you to come home

but we're all alone on this empty road

there's not place for us to call home


I looked across this empty road to find a way for us to come home

I failed at my sight, I looked around and I was blind

Now I see no path in mind

could it be that I can't find...a way


But you are my home

and I'm gonna find a way

sticks and stones may break my bones

and rivers may slow me down

but I'm gonna find a way somehow

to find my home

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