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?