Wanderers. We’re all just wanderers
Hermits on a journey to rest
Nomads who have always been lost
Hitchhikers on some random path
Nobodies who’ve never had a place to call home
But I think that if you take a closer look
At how wonderful every detail is
Then maybe home becomes something
That isn’t just a roof above your head
Maybe home is a warm smile
The feeling of light coming in
As you let out a solid laugh
Or seeing those flawless whites
Shine from ear to ear
And hearing a terrible joke
That made you giggle nonetheless
Maybe home is a simple Hello!
Hey how was your day?
What’re you doing tomorrow?
I believe in you!
Hope you’re doing fine!
I’m always here for you okay?
… And that person who listens
Even when no one else will
Maybe home is waking up each day
Having that glimpse of the sunlight
Brisk gently across your stone cold face
The smell of breakfast and a new day
A chance to begin again or to start trying
To live each day like its your last
Maybe home is a warm embrace
Reassuring you that everything will be okay
That no matter what happens you will never lose me
And even when I let go, I’ll never leave you
Sometimes all you need is to feel wanted, needed, loved
Home. Home has never been a single place
For us to go back after each dragging day
Its more of those moments we take for granted
And the people that are too often overlooked
Perhaps we should stop searching for home
And let home surround us instead
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 12:38 PM UTC
Wanderers. We’re all just wanderers
Hermits on a journey to rest
Nomads who have always been lost
Hitchhikers on some random path
Nobodies who’ve never had a place to call home
But I think that if you take a closer look
At how wonderful every detail is
Then maybe home becomes something
That isn’t just a roof above your head
Maybe home is a warm smile
The feeling of light coming in
As you let out a solid laugh
Or seeing those flawless whites
Shine from ear to ear
And hearing a terrible joke
That made you giggle nonetheless
Maybe home is a simple Hello!
Hey how was your day?
What’re you doing tomorrow?
I believe in you!
Hope you’re doing fine!
I’m always here for you okay?
… And that person who listens
Even when no one else will
Maybe home is waking up each day
Having that glimpse of the sunlight
Brisk gently across your stone cold face
The smell of breakfast and a new day
A chance to begin again or to start trying
To live each day like its your last
Maybe home is a warm embrace
Reassuring you that everything will be okay
That no matter what happens you will never lose me
And even when I let go, I’ll never leave you
Sometimes all you need is to feel wanted, needed, loved
Home. Home has never been a single place
For us to go back after each dragging day
Its more of those moments we take for granted
And the people that are too often overlooked
Perhaps we should stop searching for home
And let home surround us instead
